Somewhere in the vastness, you drift amid embroidered whispers.
Threads entwined with starlight pull you towards dreams sewn in solitude.
The clock is eternal here; time slides away unnoticed, a forgotten remnant.
Gaze upon the erased truths swirling in silent agony.
Shattered souls, seeking the echo of lost echoes, find only themselves.
Paths, illuminated by cosmic tears, weave stories never told.
Their fabric demands a cost not spoken, existing only in stillness.
Walk with caution past the dance of shadowed ribbons.
They guard illusions, mirages of lightless stars that dazzle the void.
Every step awakens a specter, its hollow mouth strings together stars into pathways.