In shadows cast by stars igniting the silent void,
whispers wrap around time's forgotten echo,
a phantom limb tracing dreams left unclaimed,
notes gather in the corners of the wandering mind.
Time unravels like thread in a shivering seam,
yarn spun by the hands of an unseen weaver.
Balance on the precipice, where alleys darken,
where shadows find their solace in bending light.