In the vast expanse, where moments suspend,

a whisper was born - silent yet profound.

The clock, it ticks without sound, remnant of time.

A void holds onto secrets untold,

Fabric of dreams frays edges unseen.

Night swallowed the day, quietly.

Step beyond, through the veil, canvas of forgotten tales.

Seek the piece where silence speaks.

Return, as shadows do, diary of unspoken words.

Find solace beneath the stars, where fragments linger.