The canvas of night, a hushed symphony,
each star a note in a silence profound.
Between flickers of luminescent dreams,
lies the poetry of the void—
a silence, deep as eternity,
narrating tales of forgotten realms.
The constellations dance,
a ballet of celestial whispers,
their movements speak
the language of time,^
unbound by the
constraints of earth-bound logic.
To touch the stars is to embrace the void,
to understand not their illumination,
but the infinite embrace of darkness
that cradles their distant sighs.
A lullaby sung by the cosmos,
a serenade to the solitude of space.