An abyss speaks in the silence
of stars longing to belong,
etched in starlight;
whispers weave through the void,
celestial echoes
reverberating
in the chambers
of cosmic lullabies.

Constellations draw themselves anew, a fleeting arc across time's unspoken canvas.
Lights flicker; they hum softly,
decoding ancient orbits in this
resonant emptiness.

Here, where silence becomes
the loudest sound,
a dream echoes back,
a star's wish reflected in
the void's quiet embrace.

Step closer
to the void's mesmerizing call,
let it whisper your name in
the language of galaxies
unfurling like forgotten lore.