Beneath the luminescent shroud,
The silhouettes dance upon the edge
Of a cryptic horizon we once called home.
These silhouettes sung songs of memory,
Crafted from whispers of celestial winds,
Where stars weave the strands of forgotten tales.
We travel ten miles under the eternal gaze
Of distant silhouettes—singers of silent symphonies,
And voyagers of journeys not taken.
Explore the echoes and whispers further,
Whispers of the Dawn ⏳
or follow the silhouette.
Faded Echoes 🌙