Floating beyond the sterile silence,
a whisper dances, caught between
where earth meets the unfathomed,
and stars hum their tradition,
yet the moon, ever watchful, reflects
glimpses of
forgotten_names
glowing in their quiet harbor.

Shadows carve stories into
spaces untold, recounting
remnants of echoes that once
swam through unified voids,
while leniency of
time_grows_thin
extends through the meridian
like old veins and memories sterile.

Rebirth in the collapse
of celestial dreamsㅡmoonbeam
grazes the illusions of
fragmented consciousness
entwined within
constellar_fables.