Beneath the hushed whispers, echoes deep, Where shadows weave tales of the dawn unspoken. In twilight's gentle lull, silence begins to weep, A requiem of stars in the firmament broken.
Unravel the tapestry, thread by thread, In each fiber lies the song of forgotten dreams. Glimmers of stardust in the eyes of the dead, Speak softly, they murmur, in the moon's silver beams.
In the corridors of night, whispers take flight, A dance of phantoms on a breeze so light. Abyssal currents, they guide the way, Through worlds unseen, where lost shadows play. Echo of secrets
As dawn's first light kisses horizon's edge, The choir of silence begins its hymn. A melody woven, a timeless pledge, In the heart of the void, where the world's edges dim. Symphony of the void
Remember, remember the stories unsaid, For in silence, they linger, in murmurs and sighs. Each whisper a fragment, a ghost of the thread, Woven deep in the silence, beneath starlit skies.
When night's curtain falls, and the world lies still, Listen close to the whispers, in the echoes' embrace. For there, in the depths, time bends to will, And the heart finds its home, in silence and grace. Return to echoes