In the stillness of the star-kissed void,
the cobweb sings softly to the wandering heart.
Echoes of silver laughter drift through the twilight air,
weaving tales of shadowed lands and whispered wonders.
Once upon a time, in a forest of dreams,
a child did find a web, not made of silk, but of stardust.
"What do they catch in this web?" asked the child, eyes wide.
"Souls of the curious," whispered the wind, "and secrets untold."
Wander further, and perhaps you might see,
the dance of tiny stars caught in silver strings,
a nightly ballet unseen by most, but felt by all.