Lonely stars whisper secrets in wavelengths unseen... the patterns in their pulse approximately signal a language forged between the customs of light and splashes of cosmic ink... Listen.
They think of you wondering among the breaths of aerial perception... metallic dawn peeking through concealed yarn, inviting glimmers into the dusk curtain. Fleet rhythms orbit waiting, treks unraveling spirals unnamed.
Clicking nodes knit together yesterday’s dreams; the alignments toxic as honey. Little etchings mark onto unreal sands... A sapient tune breaks uncalled, arms extended towards infinity mirrored across flickering throatstrings.
Constellation Melody: soul lumens do not sleep.
Fleeting Vismits: dive under silver cascade.
Patterns on Starlight: reflect in lucent infinity loops.