In the cryptic corridors of heaven's vault,
where whispers cast shadows upon the twilight,
spirits entwine in threnodies unsung.
Here, thoughts suspended grow like ancient amber,
preserving what time cannot render lifeless.
Among the constellations of forgotten tales,
a specter drifts effortlessly, weaving shadows,
across the tapestry of the eternal night.
Nebulae bloom like memories long buried,
in the cosmic silence that cradles the unknown.
Once, the stars sang the names we buried,
flung across the abyss like shards of glass.
Each flicker a heartbeat of time unmeasured,
each shadow a tear lost in the void’s embrace.
Will they remember? Will they mourn?
As clocks unwound by galaxies undone.
In the desolate beauty of this vastness,
lies truth unseen, beyond the reach of light,
etched in the patterns of celestial labyrinths,
a destiny carved in stardust and sorrow,
awaiting the kindred soul to grasp its tale.