In the cradle of void, where the stars weave tales,
An echo breathes a hymn to the silent night.
Spirals of time uncoil, looping endlessly,
Through the azure mist of forgotten realms.

A whisper sighs in colors unseen,
Threads of gold upon fabric of shadows.
Dance of the eternals, subtle, unseen,
Carving dreams upon cosmic sands.

Beyond the brink of forever,
Embrace the loop, the dance, the dream.
Within the silent cradle, a truth remains,
As stars dissolve into spectral streams.