Beneath the canopy of cosmic wanderers, a solitude murmurs softly. Obscured by the silent veil, the moon ponders its celestial ballet, not unlike the forgotten promises whispered into winds unseen.
Time, a broken compass in the vastness of midnight, leads paths untaken, loves unsaid, a journey of shadows, in light's absence, its inevitable embrace.
Echoes of nostalgia court the ephemeral, a dance of fractured time, As ink descends on paper, the heart contemplates the missing inkblots, Messages from beyond the veneer, lifetimes scattered through dim sighs.
Veins of silver night awaken silent chimes, dissonant harmonies entwined, And beneath the eternal sigh, ephemeral moments dance, delicate, Fleeting whispers, dissolving in graceful arcs, timelessly hollow.
Orbit | Cadence of Echoes