Pale whispers drift on tides unseen,
where clocks unravel in a waltz of silence.
Scribe of the night skies,
etching dreams upon stardust fabric,
your letters still echo in the cosmic embrace.
From realms untouched by echoing time,
the voices of forgotten seas call.
Tales spun in the primordial loom,
woven with the yearning of star-born seeds.
And yet, beneath the watchful void,
lies the map of journeys unrecalled,
where every heartbeat is a step across astral sands.