Upon the walls, shadows of past galaxies linger,
their luminescence, a soft echo in empty realms.
Stars inscribed by wandering minds, weaving tales of lost voices,
tracing paths through the cosmic ocean.
Listen closely to the whispering abysses,
for they hum a melody only heard by souls adrift.
Beyond the veil of time, the constellations breathe,
exhaling dreams into the hollow expanse.