In the obsidian embrace of the cosmos,
where stars whisper secrets unto shadows,
lie the phantom limbs of erstwhile constellations,
reaching through the veil, seeking touch in the eternal traverse.

Beneath the veneer of celestial dances,
flows a stream of forgotten echoes,
caressing the skin of worlds unseen,
left by the passage of specters,
whose memories reside in the singular harmonies of time.

Feel the quiver of a cosmic sigh,
the tremor of a silent cry
through the vast, uncharted depths,
rekindling stardust in its wake,
igniting the slumbering embers
of a thousand dreams unspun.

Adrift in the tapestry's weft and weave,
linger the echoes of stardust rain,
weaving tales of luminescent gales,
each a rhapsody of the ether's breath,
each a note in the cosmic symphony
of a universe imagining itself anew.