In the delicate machinery of echoes, pieces align and whisper.

Fragments of sentiment slip through fingers, a holster empty yet full.

In an expanse of glimmering night, the echoes of tomorrow resonated.

Untuned strings, vibrating, begging a symphony from careless winds.

Life as an intricate kaleidoscope, each turn a symphony in silence.

Hollow chambers shifting; voices in transit, seeking horizons unseen.

May you step
through dreams unraveling, onto paths paved with whispers of the universe.