In the theatre of dusk, where shadows blend as muted dancers,
whispering secrets folded within the cosmic scrolls,
you wonder, do you not, of dreams unfurling?
The lullabies sung by forgotten stars invite long-lost musings.
As breath merges with the night’s embrace,
lullabies become woven into threads of repose,
each thread a lingering touch of stardust,
each note a somber sigh in the cosmic orchestration.
Gazes turn inward; eclipses transcend earthly bonds,
frosting the soul with silence, the kind that hums
harmonious with ethereal infinity,
longing to be seen, touched... awakened.