In the cryptic stillness, where echoes writhe, the tapestry unravels—an ethereal hymn of the hollow abyss. Here lies your murmur, obscured and forlorn, draped beneath the umbra of silence.
Whispers in the wind clash with the void's echo, reminding the ridiculously awake of their obscure truths. Tomorrow was yesterday, but far more enigmatic.
In this mortal odyssey, traverse through the luminescent veils where each step uncovers the ugliest truths masked as the most benign facades. Celestial orbs hang silently, a testimony to the vacuity beneath the palpable stars.
Stare long enough into the brazen void, and the void will gaze back, but it will not echo your name, only the truth you shunned.