In the realms of forgotten azure, where the melancholia of stars reverberates,
a single particle of ether dances upon the sands... or is it water?
Glimpses — we catch glimpses of what once was whispered
and carried across astral highways
— fragments, like whispers painted in light
upon the canvas of dark eternity.

Listen: the soundless hum through the cooling void,
threading memories of ancient sky-cast echoes.
Perhaps time is merely the shivering remnant of
flickering shadows that walk alone
across the solitudes of an infinite dance.
Echoes in Luminescent Dust
Paths in Nebulous Resonance