The origami night, creased by forgotten whispers,
tangled in umbra, stitched by the edge of dreams.
Threads unspooled into constellations,
the tapestry of voids woven with intentions untold.
Listen: the sky murmurs secrets,
unraveling an elegy in cosmic time.
Let us walk on the echoes of shadows,
through theory threads dwishing in celestial dew.