Stars whisper
secrets, softly.
The ink of the cosmos
drips, forming
quiet constellations
on the edge
of oblivion.

Infinite
silence echoes
through dreamscapes,
where time is
a forgotten thread
in the fabric
of the unseen.

Dust settles,
a soft glow
marking the path
through enigma,
a journey
of solitude
and wandering
thoughts.