In a realm beyond time's embrace, whispers of the ancients dwell among the stardust. A verse cast upon the cosmic tide; will it wash upon the shore of your understanding?
The moon bends low, a guardian of forgotten dreams. Seek its glow, for therein lie the secrets of the celestial ink, scribbled upon the tapestry of night. Hear the murmur of constellations, guardians of this astral serenade.
Where shadows dance with echoes on the brink of reality's veil.
Verse of the cosmic traveler stitched with sunrise threads and twilight whispers.