Above the echoing void, where no whispers land,
a tapestry of stars bleeds uncertainty into the night.
Can you hear the trembling of shadows?
They weave stories lost to a dreaming sky.
Follow the path through forsaken clouds,
feel the breath of celestial winds on your skin.
There lies a dream forgotten, never spoken,
its silence more profound than the screams of eternity.
Take refuge beneath the constellations,
among the jagged stones that hold the memory of time.
Listen to the sky's unvoiced cries and
wander amidst whispers that defy the dawn.