In the void, where silence sleeps beneath the canvas of stars,
I hear a whisper — a ripple in the cosmic sea,
threading through constellations like threads of forgotten dreams.
These echoes, reflections in a funhouse mirror,
distort and magnify my own solitary song,
a melody sung by stars long extinguished.
Do they hear my thoughts, these ancients?
When I gaze out into the infinite, do I become them,
a single note in a celestial chorus?
The stars, they blink in rhythm, timing their breaths with mine,
as I search through the vastness for a fragment of home,
a familiar constellation lost in its own wandering.
Navigate through the echoes:
Shattered Echoes |
Future Shadows