In the cradle of the unspoken ether, where stars come to rest, there dwells a silence
that knows the names of forgotten tales, etched in the hushed echoes of cosmos
Each constellation a heartbeat, galaxies swirl in cosmic dances, ever knowing,
yet the void between them softly murmurs secrets only aimer hearts perceive.
A lilac comet streaks the void, trembling with stories reverent and untold,
bisecting the silence with a crescendo of luminous whispers.
Beneath this sacred tapestry, where constellations weave an astral cradle,
lies a breath of dreams unfathomed—a universe wrapped in a lullaby.