In a realm where echoes form bridges,
the stars whisper forgotten legacies.
Each line drawn resonates with echoes,
painting the silence left by unsung worlds.
In the hourglass of faded dawns,
luminescent threads spun from dreams,
stretch across a canvas of shimmering dusk,
forming futures that never were.
Beyond the horizon, where time dares not tread,
lies the forgotten dance of fireflies,
casting shadows on the tapestry of night,
where unseen wonders weave their tales.
Embrace the echoes, let them bridge the void,
for in the strokes of cosmic whispers,
eternity patiently waits to tell her tale,
in the unseen, we become the woven destiny.