In the delicate spaces between cosmic sighs,
where star-woven memories linger
and nowhere holds sway over the swiftness of time,
lies the echo of a nameless door.
Behind this door, whispers of moments lost
float like nebulous dreams trapped in silence.
To forget is but to breathe too deeply,
exhaling destinies into the endless void.
And what, you ponder, marveling at the abyss,
lies beyond these shadows of inadvertence?
A truth, perhaps, or merely a ghost of another choice,
ensconced in stardust and the soft song of oblivion.