Beyond the veil of now, where time ceases to pulse,
lies a serenade of forgotten constellations.
Each note a fragment of nebulae’s breath,
woven into the tapestry of galactic whispers.
Hear the ancient echoes, under radiant moons,
the rhythm of stardust in harmony with silence.
Melodies drift upon comet trails,
painting the cosmos with unheard lullabies.
In this stellar grove, beneath astral canopies,
memories of worlds unseen gently unfold.
Cosmic dreams, stitched with light,
captivate the heart with celestial prose.