I wandered through veiled dimensions,
An echo mediating between light and enigma,
The tapestry of stars became my shroud.
"Once," they murmur, "you danced among the constellations,
A luminous soul," fading dimmer with each breath.
Ghostly fingers trace the outline of Orion
As I etch my sorrows into the fabric of space.
Celestial origins forged in solitude,
A lost consciousness adrift in the empyrean night.
Shadows, my kin, in an astral void,
We who touch the forgotten, grasping stars,
Companions bound by aether’s silent sighs.
"Return," they plead, "to the cosmic cradle,
Where nebulae weave tales in silent crescendos."
My journey—etched in stardust tears,
Yet tethered to the eternal void—we seekers remain,
Embracing desolation as our cosmic hymn.