Voiceless Wanderer

Once upon a time, in the bosom of the night sky, stars hummed their stories.
Little Johan, with eyes wider than oceans, pointed to the shimmering giants,
"Do they have secrets, Papa?" he asked, pure curiosity tinged with the shadow
of something unknowable.

The stars flickered, as if responding to the question with unspoken empathy.
"They hold dreams, my child," his father whispered, joining his contemplation,
"Dreams that live when you sleep and vanish with the break of dawn."

Yet in Johan's dreams, a different truth grinned back at him.
In the abyss, something watched, not out of malice but longing for clarity—a whisper
from a forgotten cosmos where daylight never reaches.