Traverse the waves where silence communes with the spiraling winds, the moonlit void throbs into the listening ear.
Echoes of nothingness form
patterns as forgotten gods dance serenely
upon the edge of ethereal dreams.
Through holograms of timeless shadows, watch whispers become waves intertwining
breaking, receding, embracing the invisible shore.
A symphony of the yet-to-be noise, submerged in serenity’s grip.