In the vast silence,
where the cosmos hums softly,
a symphony of stars weaves its lullaby.
Constellations emerge,
not from the void,
but from the musings of the mind.
Each nebula a phrase,
each comet a fleeting idea,
illuminating the darkness
with brilliance both
poignant and ethereal.
Will you dream?
The universe listens,
as we carve our stories
across the ebon canvas,
etching the rhythms
of thought into the stars.
Join the harmony
Beneath the serene
canopy of the night,
we are stardust and echoes,
bound by gravity
to ponder the infinite.
Reflect