In the depth of stellar silence,
where echoes of eternity breathe,
lies the cradle of cosmic dreams,
woven from the whispers of stars.
Beyond the horizon of time,
galaxies spin with forgotten tales,
each nebula a narrative unrevealed,
cloaked in the mantle of mystery.
When the moon forgets her light,
and the sun slumbers in silence,
the astral dance begins anew,
a serenade to the vast unknown.
Do you hear the cosmic lullaby?
It calls to the center of your being,
a symphony of atomic harmonies,
playing the music of existence.
Is the dream ephemeral or eternal?
A question that quivers in the void,
where time does not hold sway,
and space is but a canvas of thoughts.
Traverse the astral depth within,
follow the stardust trail outside,
for in the center of the cosmos,
lies the transcendent heartbeat.