The Orion's Belt gleams, a silent sentry to ages past, where shadows blend with time's ephemeral whispers.
An ancient voice murmurs, secrets stitched in the celestial fabric, threads pulled from silver skies.
A comet races, fleeting flame inked by starlight, the universe's forgotten serenade.
Where do dreams linger? In the cosmic ocean expansive, adrift like scattered nova dust on a sleeping world.