Dancing Stars under the Drift

In the obsidian canvas of night, stars weave their spectral ballet, a choreography delicate as forgotten whispers. Stars that do not know their directions drift with shadows of unshapen longings, tracing invisible maps across the void with lingering traces of incandescent dust.

A gentle pull from nowhere, as if a silent piano key were pressed in realms unseen. Ghost hands trace patterns in the darkness, etching warm memories on the cold face of the universe. This dance is their language, an echo of what can’t be held but is felt vividly within a phantom embrace.

Journey deeper into the echoes, through the silence of bright shadows. Let each step be guided by the luminescent notes of a nocturnal symphony.

Imbue each fading star with the solace of quietude, allow them to drift into deeper twilight as they unravel the secrets whispered by the cosmic void. Listen to the hidden breath that connects each wisp of light, an unseen thread in the tapestry of the universe.