In shadows deep where echoes fade,
A silent void, no form is laid.
The emptiness, a whispered air,
No footsteps trace, no voices care.

A hollow space, yet tightly bound,
In nothing’s grasp, all things are found.
No light to chase, no dark to fear,
In empty hands, the truth is clear.

Where nothing lies, all secrets bare,
The quiet holds what isn’t there.