Under the canopy of stars unseen
whispering echoes weave through the seam of night
silent specters guards the twisted path
each thread pulled taut with nowhere to rest.
In the layers, where vectors meet time
crystalline shadows cast their dance
spiraling labyrinths with no ends,
each turn a story, each pause a song.
The horizon, a forgotten echo
bends the weft of dawn and dusk,
forging phantoms that thread reality—
binding the untold stories into stars.