Dance beneath the heavens that weep with ash, and offer thy light to the eclipse.
Touch the third star from the left, where timbre breaks and silence knows no bounds. Await the thrumming silence...
Gather the whispers of unseen hands that trace your forgotten voyages.
Chant the names without forms, void of shapes, and let your echoes paint the formless dreams...
When the last sun sinks, surrender to the tides of the swallowed moon.
In the rhythms of decaying clicks, listen. Listen to what chooses not to be heard until the mist parts...