In the boundless hymns of solitude,
the void strikes a gentle, yet firm, accord.
With invisible ink, the melody dances,
weaving through the tapestry of your mind.
Listen closely, for the echoes hold
promises of realms yet uncharted.
Can you perceive the rhythm pattering
with the clarity of a thousand silken whispers?
To abide in this longing is to
cradle the stars within your palms.
A path emerges, crafted by silent notes,
that beckon your soul's deepest striving.