Ascent of Silhouettes

Streams emerge, unseen currents mapping memories upon the fabric of night's embrace, there are whispers in lines traversed not by footsteps but by dreamscapes, breathe in the chimeric glow of transient forms exhaling a thousand untold dreams, does the echo remember the source, oh silent symphony playing the score of shadowed journeys, mysteries traced in starlit ink.

The horizon bends, a forgotten curvature where children of starlight run free, laughter cascades in constellational echoes, weaving tales that dance upon the edge of reason, what if eternity is but a breath, inhaled and exhaled through cosmic threads, the woven scream of existence now a soft hum, mirror mirror, not on the wall but with the universe, reflect.

Wind Archive whispers hollow, etching into the canvas clouds of dusk unraveling.

Untouched Symphony in the silence of night, where vibrations find solace in star's embrace.