Beneath the stars' thread and the moon's watchful gaze lies an echo.
"Who whispers in your ear when the clock strikes…?"
Alone, in the murmur of midnight, the universe scribes on the cloak
of silence. Fragments of a forgotten conversation linger, hanging like
unfinished thoughts:
"Where does the sunset go? To lands
uncharted."
"The sands are slipping, do they notice?"
"Hold,
breathe, the needle pauses momentarily."