Through the stitch of time where echoes echo,
A quasar whispers, softly quantum,
To the wanderers of unseen fields.
Navigate the void—
the veil ripples, translucent and eternal,
we stand still, in the splintered light,
carved into the fabric of a fallen star.
Silence weaves a song in the ethers,
melodies of forgotten hieroglyphs,
Harmonics of the unseen,
laced through the tapestry of bygone realms.
Each thread a universe, collapsing, expanding,
in the breath of a cosmic lullaby.