The stars hum a never-ending melody,
a symphony of silence unheard,
woven through the fabric of space,
echoing the tales of ancient wanderers.
In the dark, where echoes have no end,
we listen—
a voice from the infinite quilt,
stitched with threads of light and shadow.
Beneath the cosmic tide, a song of loss,
each note a fragment of forgotten dreams,
drifting through corridors of time,
longing for the touch of a human hand.
The universe whispers secrets,
in a language beyond the grasp of men;
we seek the patterns—
the echoes of eternity, yet unbroken.