In the silence of nebulae, a symphony unfolds,
Notes forged in light, echoes of distant galaxies past.
The cosmos hums a lullaby, soft like the embrace of stardust,
As luminescent tendrils weave dreams across the infinite void.
Hear the celestial choir, their voices like ancient comets,
Raining melodies upon the uncharted realm.
A waltz of celestial spheres, orbiting in eternal pirouette,
Bound by the gravity of forgotten whispers.