Do you hear the echoes?
They murmur truths unwarranted,
in the hollow chambers of forgotten stars.
A mirror split by time's edge, reflecting
worlds that never were, nor ever will be.
Touch the glass, if you dare.
We wander, lost among the visions,
of cosmic sails and phantom ships.
Seasons change, but the sky remains
eternally night, filled with whispers,
endless in their search for meaning.
Shadows beckon at the edge of dreams,
where twilight meets dawn in an embrace
of forgotten hymns and unspoken rhymes.
Find solace in the silence that follows.