Above, the stars murmur secrets in ancient tongues,
codes etched in the cosmic expanse
conspiracies woven into the fabric of the universe.
Follow the murmur and decipher.
Beneath the silver shroud of moonlit paranoia,
a hymn are the echoes of warring silences,
truths masked as lies, lies dressed in truth,
witnessing eyes hidden in shadows.
Discover the celestial enigma.
Listen closely—
The whispers code the whispers in whispers,
encrypted echoes circling the impermanent sky,
mapping out destinies written in stardust.
The skies whisper ever louder,
the codes ever more complex,
reigning upon a congregation of stars wishing to be heard.
Stand still, let not the winds betray your presence,
the truth of the whispers shall set you free.