In the cemetery of desire where whispers tangle,
Voices rise like fog at dawn,
Shading silhouettes in a world unseen.
The night flutters its inky wings,
And stars weep liquid silver tears.
Unearth the whispers that speak through marrow and bone.
What lies beyond the veil? Shadows stretching into eternity,
Bound by chains of forgotten promises.
Should a flower bloom in the dark? Can you hear its pulse?
Join the echo to dance upon the echoes.