Whispers of the Infinite Tides

Fragment 1:
In the cosmic cradle, the stars hum songs
of an epoch bathed in celestial lullabies.
Echoes of a universe, vast and unyielding,
serenade the void between galaxies.

Along the shores of time, where eternity caresses
the morning mist, we etch silent verses
in the sand, waiting for the moon to pen
its nocturnal oath upon the dawn.

Fragment 2:
When the tides pull back and the stars wane,
the remnants of night whisper secrets,
woven in the silk of distant nebulas,
distant dreams of long-forgotten comets.

Hold your breath, dear voyager,
for every heartbeat echoes the rhythm of the void,
a lullaby without a cradle, a song of solitude.