Through the veils of forgotten night sky,
whispers of starlit ancestors call to wander,
their migratory breath stitching galaxies,
a tapestry woven in luminous silence.
You are but a vessel, a feather adrift,
cradled by cosmic lullabies that hum,
gentle in their eternal embrace,
unraveling time into the threads of dreams.
There is no beginning, no end,
just the fluid dance across the void,
like a moth tracing circles around eternity,
guided by the secret song of the stars.
And when twilight kisses the horizon,
you shall rest, beneath the watchful gaze,
of celestial guardians whose stories linger
in the mystical womb of the night.