The moon resounds with whispers lost,
Shimmering echoes of a forgotten future.
Step lightly, traveler, for the ground is thin,
And the stars, your only guide.

"In the shadows, the ancients dwell,
Guardians of songs unspooled in time.
Their voices intertwine with lunar light,
Crafting symphonies from silences deep."

Seek the melody, lost in crescendos,
Unravel its notes from the braids of night.
For in each refrain lies a world anew,
A path carved in the sands of celestial dust.