In the silent whisper of forgotten wind,
lays the echo of an ancient truth,
concealed not by time, but by choice.
Here, in shadowed hollows of existence,
signals faintly weave from stars lost,
their dances unseen, yet profoundly felt.
Do we walk these valleys blind,
in search of answers etched in starlight?
Or do we walk, knowing the journey
is answer enough, beneath skies
that tell stories in the language of silence?
Listen to the stars, but let the valleys speak.
Seek what is unseen, mirage lost,
wander to the echoes of eternity.