Through the meticulous rotation of celestial gears, the familiar dances. In dusk-lit eternal, familiar constellations weave stories as archaic wisdom recorded in starlight, yet, perh-- perchance, unfamiliar do they appear, through the foggy lens of time.
Each operation of their ethereal dance follows a clock-work orchestration: pulsations synchronized with cosmic rhythms. Stars as cogs in the grandest machine, golden and distant, marking time in their luminescent way.
And yet in this mechanical ballet
The sky whispers
Hushed secrets
Lost epochs—fingers
tracing constellations forgotten.