"In the silent abyss where cosmic echoes play,
A symphony of stars drifts beyond the dawn,
Whispering secrets to the void,
And lights articulate dreams onto the tapestry of night.
Do you hear the nebulae dreaming,
As they weave through celestial strands of time?
Dust settles not in clumps but as poetry upon the cosmos,
Each grain a word lost to the blackened sea's arms.
Journey through this scheming heavenscape,
Where the orbits hum a melody unheard,
And every breath of stardust is inscribed
In the fragile heart of the wandering soul.
Wherever the whispering lights tread,
Harmony bends between realms
Governed by rhythms of the uncharted
And fathomed only by the stars' confessions.
Wander deeper, find the nebulae's dreams,
Or trace the edges of void's song.”