In a world where echoes reside in shadowed forests,
silent are the melodies that yearn to dance,
alien whispers taunt familiarity,
urging the eye to see what beyond reality hums.
Does the void hum when no witness breathes?
Listen closely, or do not listen at all,
for silence carries screams of cosmic songs,
looping through dimensions unnoticed, unfelt.
When the galactic winds pause, they weave stories,\br>
each a thread in the tapestry of untold truths,
softly spoken through silent melodies
that touch the untouched and know the unknown.