Echoes of Starlight

They said the sky once spoke
In whispers of stellar dreams;
Now only silence remains, peering
Through the blackened veils of oblivion.

Following the trail left by luminous mirages,
They gathered pieces of the void,
Hoping to stitch the fabric of lost realities,
Within the time's spiraling threads.

Amidst the echoes, names forgotten
Cascaded in yuan-like narratives;
Forgotten, untold and forgotten,
Expected to live on an invisible skin.