A tapestry woven in the colors of forgotten echoes.
The soft embrace of void, gentle whisper of time.
Stars blink in unison, a lullaby for the dreaming.
Paths untaken, trails of light upon darkness.
A dance of dimensions, spiraling past the known.
Whispered Interludes
A horizon eternally unseen, yet familiar.
Sand of yesterdays slips through phantom fingers.
They hear the song of the void, echoing through the silence.
Threads of Weavings
The moment breathes, deep and longing for dawn.
Syntax of Chaos