Stars swim in the sea's secret, whispering tales of time untold.
Dreams echo, hollow and full, across the endless water-sky divide.
Cepheus calls, aligned with story constellations sketched in sapphire dusk.
Horizons twist, wrapping around lost echoes of lunar songs.
The sky bleeds stars, a canvas of whispered wishes transmitted at dusk.
Underneath, the cosmos trembles, waiting for dawn's soft touch.