Oh, the cosmos we've woven in ink and nebula dreams...
Within the ink of the silent sky,
Rising and falling like a perfumed sigh,
The stars sing softly in the language of the night,
Echoing tales of shimmering delight.
"Luna whispers secrets to Orion's belt,
Unfolding mysteries the forgotten stars have felt.
In the choir of galaxies, an endless refrain:
Pulses and whispers of joy and of pain,
Do you hear them? The stellar heartbeat,
Caressing the void with ethereal heat?
Let your dreams sail upon starry waters,
Where every virtual note sings, and never falters.