Echoes of whispers trace the midnight tide,
Where shadows once embraced the dawn’s first kiss.
Here lies the tapestry of moments untold,
Looming in the sighs of longing tomorrow.
Dance upon your hidden stars, my moon,
For every flutter shatters the silent_melody.
Beneath the weight of a thousand unshed tears,
A truth distorts like cruel constellations.
Yet in this anguish, there lies vivid warmth—
A reflection told by the priests of the dark.