The Void of Matter

In the absence of form,
where shadows whisper
and echoes linger,
there lies a code:
X7A-3B1-DO9
a cipher hidden,
an enigma wrapped in
the silken veils of
time's forgotten embrace.

Beneath the barren skies,
where dreams dissolve
like morning mist,
another truth breathes:
R1G-6C4-JN3
this mystery etched
on cosmic tablets,
whispered in the
soft lullabies of
stars long dead.