Beyond the veil of stars, where light sculpted silence breathes,
a whisper carries tales of ancient constellations.
Do the stars weep with fragments of forgotten dreams,
or laugh in melodies of cosmic chords and harmonies?
A wanderer sleeps beneath the astral glow, searching in their slumber
for roads paved in starlight and paths traced in nebulae threads.
In reflections of a distant universe, they find pieces of themselves
scattered among the echoes of celestial time.