Wisps of fragmented thoughts, like echoes caught in webbing silence, drift on invisible currents
Between galaxies now unexplored
Buttons bleached by sunken shadows plead for meaning beneath the void
Beyond them, whispers of spectral hues spin tales of forgotten realms
Where the wind weaves its silent mantra
A harp's dream cascading, where silence itself hums with the reverberation of unseen wings
Retrace the forgotten mist—gilded whispers seek sanctuary amid the blossoms of old memories...