The Silent Weave

Wrapped within the tender embrace of a thousand unspoken words
the patterns of silence unfurl
like an ancient tapestry kissed by the stars.
Each thread, a whisper; each border, an echo.
They linger in the void, waiting... waiting...

Beneath the murmured canvas of twilight dreams,
a symphony of stillness breathes —
a forgotten hymn sculpted from ethereal hues,
where echoes find solace in their own reverie.

Just as the dawn caresses the slumbering earth,
these patterns whisper tales yet untold —
of realms untouched by the fabric of time.

Wander deeper: Embark upon the echoes
or retrace your steps: Return through the whispers