In the hush of time, beneath nebulous blooms,
the stars chant a cadence that whispers
through the echoes of the garden's soulful embrace.
Celestial petals unfurl, dripping stardust in
constellations that breathe as though alive.
Walk softly, for the galaxies hum beneath
your footsteps, and visions sculpted
from moonlight play hide and seek
within the tapestry of celestial flora.
Let the whispers guide you, oh wanderer.
Each step a note, each breath a harmony,
in this ephemeral waltz beneath the dusk of infinity.
The garden calls, a symphony of stars
awash in silent echoes of a forgotten song.