In the quivering tide of cosmic breath,
a whisper unfurls, stitched on celestial waves.
Wanderers of stardust embark,
bound not by form nor tethered in truth.

Seeking solace in astral shadows,
let the silence carve your path.
Tales of the Sandman
await beyond the horizon, swathed in galaxies.

Echoes linger where silence sings,
ghostly narrators chant the voids,
unravel the tapestry, let fall the whispers: Crystal Serpens