In the silent embrace of the endless void,
where whispers of dreams curl in twilight's grasp,
a universe breathes in sighs of stardust.
Through fractured lenses, kaleidoscopic visions unfold,
weaving tales of forgotten suns and shadow-bound galaxies,
as the heart of eternity pulses in rhythmic whispers.
Where do the echoes of yesterday roam,
when time dances in the empty corridors of space?
Seek, but find only yourself,
reflected in the void's silent mirror.
The fields of desolation bloom in darkness,
fragments of light flicker like lost constellations,
etching brief moments on the canvas of oblivion.
In this realm where shadows breathe,
silence becomes the loudest symphony,
a cacophony of echoes fading into nothingness.
Listen to the songs that sing without voices;
the depths cradle your dreams
in their solemn, eternal embrace.