Once more the tide whispers,
wrapping the shore in soft chant.
An echo of an echo, a harmonized silence,
singing of triangles and circles
riding the temporal waves,
a gentle waltz.
In the twilight dreams,
echoes find their voices among shadows.
A song composed of breaths,
whispered in the language of light,
dancing through the lattice of time.
Listen, listen to the whispers,
as the moon cradles the night.
The lullaby of forgotten tongues
traces the contours of the stars,
weaving stories in the cosmic loom.
Feel the pulse, feel the rhythm
in the symmetry of silence.
The words, they circle like birds,
spiraling in endless loops.
Each note an echo of another,
reverberating through the corridors of
temporal linguistics, a dance of expressions.