On the precipice of silence, where the stars whisper forgotten tales,
we walk the untrodden roads paved with amorphous memories.
Shadows cast by the light of unseen suns,
guide us through mazes of cloudy thoughts.
Listen—your name is known by voices you have yet to embrace.
What echoes softly in the chambers of the mind
is the light of journeys not entirely ours,
mapped in the ink of truths airbrushed with time.