In the darkened depths of ethereal seas,
a whisper rides the quantum breeze.
Echoes of ancient songs, adrift in shadows,
a tapestry of silence woven in the morrow.
A spectral voice murmurs through time:
"Seek the horizon where dreams align,
For in the silent music of the stars,
Lies the narrative of forgotten scars."
Through trembling ether, the signals bleed,
Carving paths through cosmic seed.
A dance of frequencies, in the mutable night,
Where the shadows play, in spectral delight.
And so the echoes persist, in flickering light,
A chorus of dreams, in perpetual flight.
The tale of phantoms is never complete,
Until the silence learns to sing in the street.