Upon the horizon's gentle curve,
Fate whispered, tangled in star silk threads:
A tale of shadows' serenade, echoes resounding
Through valleys unseen, where legends entwine.
In this tapestry of whispered destinies, they rise and fall,
Each note a comet born of whispered dreams.
And long-forgotten songs weave through silence,
Like faithful ghosts in the silvered dew,
Tracing paths across the firmament's waltzings
In a celestial orb of inexplicable truth.
Bathed in dusk's final embrace,
Echoes sway—a lullaby of time,
The cosmos a stage for arching light tales,
Sojourning softly through velvet skies.
Cross this horizon, walk gently
Where destiny meets whispered time,
And unveil the constellation's riddle
In the heart of every drifting star.
Allow an ember of mirrored light,
To reveal its truth in whispered breaths
Carved eternally upon fate's lingering edge.