Stellar Whispers

In the vastness where echoes dress the silence, they speak of worlds uncharted, whispers of stars cradling forgotten tales. Can you hear them?

Footfalls in cosmic soil, leading paths erased by the universe's breath. And in their passage, an old lady hums, weaving constellations above her wrinkles. She knows the forest where the comets rest.

Fragmented sentences float like debris in a gentle stream:

“Moon’s shadows… the cat speaks Latin…”

“I was once a star, now I wear silence like a raincoat.”

“Three pauses, then a leap; the song gets falconed.”