In the heart of cosmic silence,
A whisper waltzes through the void,
Layered like frost upon distant suns,
Fearsome intuition,
Painting shadows upon stardust paths.
The nebula's breath, a serene tempest,
Swirls in forgotten echoes,
Hushed tales of the old navigators,
Weaving light from the fabric of dreams,
Stars bleed ink into celestial scriptures.