You awaken beneath a starlit sky, stars that sigh and curve away from the moon's forgotten path.
An unspoken word reverberates through the soil, a murmur from a limb that never touched,
caressing the skin of dreams woven in silent twines.
Here, in the folds of the unseen, the air drips with echoes of voices lost in time,
whisperings that linger just beyond the edge of touch,
tales of phantom touch and breaths unbroken, of echoes jumping the chasm between worlds.