In the folds of the night,
a whisper clings to the void,
echoing dreams never spoken,
a silent lullaby fading into
the horizon's embrace.
Shadows dance in quiet despair,
carrying screams without sound,
tethered to the stars' glow,
weaving lights through threads
of inner echoes.
Follow
the porcelain
pathways
into
the abyss,
where whispers
become dreams,
and silence
echoes louder than
the heart
dares to dream.