Whispers of the stars align, an astral symphony in whispered tones,
Yet, the echoes fade, footsteps in the void trailing off,
Leaving only the scent of forgotten constellations.
Weaved in cosmic dust, tales of celestial dancers,
Pathways drawn in nebulous veins, a map to nowhere,
Where the traveler finds solace in infinite embers.
Anouka speaks to the Orion's belt, her voice a gentle tremor,
The wisdom of ages improper, bound in stellar strings,
A cosmic riddle unraveling in the unending sea of night.