In shadows' embrace, truths crumble and fade.
Listen to the unfinished echoes, the symphony of the voiceless,
where the gates crack open to hushed horizons. What lies ahead
lingers in the void - words unspoken, dreams forsaken.
The wind carries the ugliest truth,
undercurrents not meant for song.
Yet here, the notheard breathe -
they weave the silence into stories writ long.
Silence sings its violent lullaby, waiting... always waiting.