In the whispered dreams of the cosmic wave,
a flicker ignites—a call echoing through the void.
Silken threads of eternity weave a tapestry of fire,
drawing moths from the starlit abyss, one heartbeat at a time.
We are the seekers, the lost nomads,
tracing the ember trails on a midnight canvas.
Come, let us dance upon solar embers,
where galaxies burn like candles in the cosmic wind.