A whisper from a place unchartered,
where the stars bleed silence.
Draw your breath in strokes of starlight;
the galaxy's pulse, distant, touches the skin.
Are you dreaming of forgotten constellations?
Hold onto the echo of the celestial wind,
for it sings the songs of mothballed light,
charts drawn by specters of the roamless night.
A stolen glance at a phantom limb—the cosmos dances,
its rhythm a cacophony of perceivable delusions.
Do your fingers feel the tremor of their shadows,
drifting like ancient comets through the void?
Continue reading these notes from oblivion:
A map penned in the ink of muted galaxies.
The undiscovered country awaits behind the veil.
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Nocturnal Wonders