In the tapestry of night, woven by silent threads,
The cosmic wind whispers softly, in languages ancient.
Listen, for the stars speak a tongue forgotten,
A melody of harmony, secret and sublime.
Gather the fragments, stardust and dreams,
Align them in spirals, like suns in their dance.
There lies the harmony, the stellar murmur,
In the quiet of galaxies, where silence is profound.
Follow the alignments, where the seven nodes converge,
A secret path of constellations, hidden from the eyes of men.
The lunar sigil shall guide you, through the velvet abyss,
Until you find the whisper of the cosmic heart.