The dancer without shadow, forgot the word in a whisper.
Stringing forgotten notes onto celestial spheres, breathless.
Echoes linger, as forgotten trails map shadows of former songs.
Fractured Echo traces paths, yet untouched.

Timeless winds converse in broken languages—
rhymes made of silver illusions, sparking under ember dust.
The wind patterns suggest turbulence—an opus of spiraled thoughts.
Unheard Verses encapsulated in cosmic whispering flames.