In the whispering winds of Orion's edge,
The constellation spills tales of forgotten light.
Nebulous dreams hitch rides on comet tails,
In realms where left and right are mere illusions.
Listen closely. Can you hear the echoes?
They harmonize with the pulse of astral heartbeats,
Conducting symphonies across the astral seas,
A twilight dance in the cosmic ballroom.
The glyph—spinning ever sideways—deciphers paths
Carved in the dust of long-departed stardust,
Inscribed into the fabric of existence,
Mapped by those who sought beyond the horizon of birth.