The Aura of Winds, eternal and unseen,
Guides the flutter of visions beneath the ancient stars.
In the ink of the galactic sea,
Lies the echo of ethereal songs, unfurling like thought.
Whispers told in shadow
speak not of soil nor of sky,
but of threads spun by
the cosmic loom of infinity.
Mornings without light,
remember the flightless wings unbound by dream.
They dance in the void,
embracing stars, silent yet clarion.
And should you listen
quietly to the sonorous void,
a heartbeat will echo—from
a place beyond flesh, in the whisper of void-born souls.