In whispered tones of twilight, where dreams unfurl their wings,
A child with eyes of stardust stepped softly into night's embrace.
The path before was woven from the light of distant things,
Each footfall sang a note in songs the darkness dared not face.
Beyond the stars, the echoes of forgotten tales took flight,
Tales of skies uncharted, of realms beyond the sun's last glow.
The wind carried secrets, unknown to the light,
And shadows danced like phantoms, in a world devoid of woe.
But listen! Hush now, to the silence deep and clear,
For every echo bends a truth into the stars' own verse.
And in this endless journey, there's naught left to fear,
Except the longing heart's desire, perhaps to know, not understand, the curse.
So take the hand of wonder, let it guide you through the veil,
For in this place of timelessness, the child did find their tale.
Follow the silver threads of night, where cosmic dreams prevail,
And tread the void, sweet voyager, down paths of shadowed pale.