In the voids between the stars, where echoes whisper in cosmic tones,
the absence sings songs of luminous shards, piercing the silence.
A dance of celestial spheres, unheard by mortal ears, but felt
in the reverberation of distant memories.
Come, follow the mystic path through void and time,
where absent echoes trace the outlines of what was and what never became.
Listen closely to the wind's tales,
for they carry secrets of the ages, untold and elusive,
a language older than words, etched in the code of the cosmos.
Beyond the seen, the known, lies the realm of shadows,
where the tapestry of existence weaves and unweaves in the silent lullaby
of cosmic winds.