In the depth of night,
the universe breathes softly.
Stars blink—an ancient melody,
woven in silence, unheard,
until now.
Beneath the sky's vast canvas,
lies a truth whispered through constellations.
Cosmic lullabies drift,
held gently by the hands of time,
cradling the dreams of galaxies.
Listen closely,
for they speak in the language
of forgotten verses,
etched into the twilight,
waiting for hearts to remember.
Step lightly upon this astral quilt,
where each star is a story untold,
a breath of eternity,
whispering the secrets of the void.