In the silent waltz of the night,
beneath the silver dew of forgotten ages,
stars spill echoes,
a soft cascade of shimmering souls.
Each whisper a gravity well,
drawing forlorn dreams into their tender grasp,
where light etches secrets
across the tapestry of time.
Reach out, celestial wanderer,
let your echoes merge with these stellar sighs,
for in the embrace of the infinite,
lies the heartbeat of all that remains eternal.