In the realm where shadows converse
the universe composes its silent symphonies.
A language not written, nor spoken,
but whispered in the folds of the night.
Listen, and you shall hear the echoes
of forgotten constellations,
their words weaving
through the tapestry of dreams,
where each star sings a verse
of its ephemeral existence.
Echoes of Light | The Transient Whisper
Beneath the cosmic canvas,
wanderers trace the outlines
of stories untold,
in a dialect of shadows
that only the brave can decipher.
And you, traveler,
what song do you sing
to the night, with hands
painted by the dawn?