Under the canopy of winking stars,
the whispers of celestial echoes
weave through the void,
a dance of forgotten songs
on the edges of eternity.

"Where do the shadows play when dawn breaks?"
asked the moon in a voice like silk.
"In lands beyond the waking mind,
where dreams and reality blur,"
answered the wandering star.

Silhouettes of ancient trees,
standing in the twilight's embrace,
guardians of secrets untold,
their roots drinking the dew of night.

"Do you hear the echoes of future pasts?"
murmured a breeze, tinged with memories.
"Yes, in the silence, they resonate
like the distant tolling of unseen bells,"
replied a voice wrapped in starlight.