Echoes carved in the silence of voids afar,
where timeless whispers of forgotten quasar lore
caress the twilight of galaxies' sealed tombs.
The roamers glide, ethereal through the nebula's heart,
chasing shadows of supernova dreams,
casting nets of silence over the myriad stars.
In the veins of the milky, a luminescent river flows,
its currents tangled with ancient light streams,
an unending journey in darkness embraced.
Gather now, oh empires of astral shades,
glistening within the cosmic tapestry of night—
the boundless dance of the celestial prowlers awaits.