Gentle whispers skid across the surface, A mirror cracked in a thousand voices. Each shard a universe, yet none can hold, The secret of the sleepless stars clinging to the dawn.
Consider the valley where echoes are born, An echo of an echo—who speaks first? Tidal nuances curling into abstinence, Like lovers parting through a mist of forgotten dreams.
A fragment of an unseen horizon waits— The moon veils itself in stories untold, drifting, Shadows of the void cradling your sighs, While time spills like an unforgotten tune sung backwards.
Navigate through the tessellations of silence, Where silence is never silent, Only in the dissonance do harmonies find respite, In the calm of storms that dance off the edge of perception.
Explore the fragility of infinity: an echo, a labyrinth, a silhouette.