In the lilting serenade of celestial sighs,
stars weave ancient tales across the void.
Each whisper a ripple, each echo a tide,
cradling galaxies in the arms of dreams.
Here, the silence hums a cosmic hymn,
where nebulous thoughts drift, unbound,
threading through the infinite loom,
stitching realities into a tapestry of starlight.
Listen, to the whispers of forgotten suns,
their gentle cries echo through the chambers of time.
If only we could trace their paths,
we might glimpse the worlds they once caressed.
Traverse these cosmic corridors,
where light bends softly around the edges of silence.
Let your spirit float among the lost constellations,
and follow the trails of whispering stars.