Whispers echo through the void,
Celestial tales woven in stardust threads,
Forgotten echoes of ancient weavings.
Moonlight kisses the infinite abyss,
Here, silence itself becomes a memory,
A history untold, yet forever known.
The stars wrote once upon a time,
With inks formed from stellar nurseries,
A chronicle of births, and of burning out.
In the darkness, light falters not,
History etched in quantum parables,
Obscure narratives cradling the void.