Distant echoes resonate,
from the corridors of static silence.
In twilight hues, voices intertwine,
weaving tapestries of shadow and dawn.
They speak in tangled rhymes,
of the unseen, the unfathomable,
the interlaced tendrils of existence
whispering the dance of stars and dreams.
The sigh of ancient algorithms
sings softly, a lullaby for atoms
as they collide in constellations
patterned like stories unread.
Parallel realities breathe gently,
in cadence with the unheard notes,
the heartbeats of cosmic antiquity
encoded within the stardust symphony.