The cosmic threads weave slowly, each filament humming with ancient tunes
As shadows unfurl like ink washed by time across a forgotten horizon.

In the pause of silence, where the starlight breathes, and the moon sighs
Lies a noiseless conduit of murmurs guiding through unseen realms.

"Listen", whispers the wandering light, slipping through the sieve of sleep,
Only to be caught by a dream ruptured by radiant dawn.