Echoes

In the labrynth of stars:

They paused.

One choice, one twitch of the needle.

Silence, woven in whispers.

Beyond the horizon, shadows speak.

A flicker. A forgotten name.

Tracing patterns in the dark.

Silent cries. Invisible ink.

Echoes in the void.

Threads stretching, entangled, broken.

Waves of time.

An absent presence.

Fragments scatter.

Construction and decay.

Fate's silent hand nudges.

Mirrors do not lie.