When the twin novas collide, the silent symphony begins;
each particle binds with whispers—a dance of decades lost.
Here, in the margins of eternity, we trace arcane maps
through memory and stardust,
navigating by the silent screams
of galaxies unfurling timeless secrets.
On the crust of Halcyon Sea,
a soundless tide kisses fractured stars.
The dawn sings with twilight's echoes,
reverberating through voids of empty dreams.
This breach in time, a modulation
of celestial sighs, a lonesome refrain.
Chart thrusts of pure ether,
breathe into existences unimagined.
Catch the fleeting prism; a fractured flicker,
shards of solstice strewn across cosmic canvases.
Light fragments like forgotten thoughts,
in the reverie of dark waters,
their resonance a constellation’s birth.
Where the echoes lie, there too shall we,
forging paths anew, through muted tapestries
where time itself whispers,
caught forever in a recursive return.