Shadow Dance
The echoes of a star's sigh, a cosmic ripple through the void,
painting shadows on the memory of the universe. Listen closely,
and you might hear a forgotten name inscribed in the fabric of time
whispers through the hues of midnight.
Nebula dreams breathe in silence, galaxies pulse like a heartbeat,
in the rhythm of a shadow dance—a mystery unfolding in the
soft luminescent glow of astral bodies. The whispers...
...are fragments, lost labyrinths of thought and dreams,
the architecture of a wanderer's mind. A journey etched in
stardust, a tale untold yet familiar, like the caress of an
ancient breeze. Did you hear the call?
Signals from the periphery, a gentle touch from the edges of
the universe, weave the tapestry of celestial choreography.
And beyond, the endless dance, the eternal dialogue between
light and shadow.