Chanting Winds
Between the echoes, the stars listen.
Here lies the age-old melody,
spoken only in the void,
where the universe exhales.
Millions of breaths,
woven into the fabric of night.
The Hidden Scribe
Between the echoes, the stars listen.
Here lies the age-old melody,
spoken only in the void,
where the universe exhales.
Millions of breaths,
woven into the fabric of night.