In the cradle of cosmic vapors,
silence sings forgotten anthems,
echoing through the corridors of stars,
where the nebula sleeps, wrapped in twilight.
Listen — the nebula murmurs,
a breath of ethereal dominions,
cradling stars in the cradle of time;
oh luminous ether, vast and secretive.
Gentle, the shadows of centuries dance
in patterns woven by the silence,
crafting dreams of galaxies unmade,
on the loom of midnight's sanguine waltz.
Comfort found in the serenity of dust,
as the voice of stardust whispers,
in verses older than light itself,
songs of deities forgotten and ones yet born.
Wander through the nebula’s embrace,
find the echoes at origin,
marvel at the silence residing
beneath the stars bright confessions.