Amidst the smooth spinning silence, lost are the
whisperings of ancient constellations, tales
woven in starlit threads by inkling hands
that sketch their yearning desires across
the infinite abyss.
Clockwork minds tick beyond the
echo of dusk, trapped in celestial
constellations of memory's pause.
Oscillations of past and future melding
like dreams unsaid, floating slightly
beyond the grasp of touch.
Every star remembered is a wish
unresolved, a path unexplored.
Gases and dust igniting in silent
screams, existential, unaware
of solitude's tender embrace.
Navigate through the shadows of crystalline
reflections, to a place unforgotten.
Where light itself takes a moment to pause,
and comprehend the fleeting beauty
it sacrifices in haste.
The whims of a clockwork mind dance
ever so lightly, amidst the strokes of
midnight splendor. Pause to listen to
their silent stories etched upon the
cosmos.
In this delicate interplay of
time and space, seek the whispered legends,
and reassemble the puzzle of our cosmic
inheritance. Each piece holds within
it the resonance of forgotten stars,
eager to tell their tales once more.