Starborn whispers glide upon the river of dusk,
a shimmer, a dream colliding with the fabric of essence.
Light was but a jest—a gloaming lost in the embrace of creation.
Galaxies roam by the fingers of fate,
while shadow weaves its roots deep.Eclipsed visions dancing under mothlight,
the silence of void encapsulating every flutter,
a symphony—a cosmic note reverberating again.Tonight, I etched possibilities into the nebulas.
The glow of somewhere beyond, planet-shaped echoes carry tales,
a sailor navigating through lost constellations.In the fathoms of stillness, fragments linger.
A cry of twilight cradled by fragmented rays,
undefinable treasures buried in soft flame.What voids are yet to be filled with the luminous unheard?
The traveler queries, skimming the celestial notes,
with imperfect ink of fleeting stars...Fate pulls taut, spiraling into the cores of existence,
sky thrusting up towards the warm uncertainties.The light dissipates, not in despair but in rebirth—
and echoes sing under the veil of knowing undone.Chart your course with silver strings upon midnight’s page:
navigate dreams, harness echoes.