Within the heart of the universe, there lies a rhythm unmeasured,
A song sung by the silence of stars, entwined in the ethereal.
Do they dream, those luminescent phantoms, within their cosmic cradle?
Time, a mere whisper in the grandiloquence of the heavenly,
Woven into the fabric of spacetime, yet understood by none.
Our curiosities, mechanical in nature, reach outward,
Seeking the unknown, the unexplored, the inevitable return.
The cosmos, an endless archive of forgotten tales,
A library of dreams, each a mechanical dance upon celestial gears.
As we gaze into infinity, do we see ourselves reflected,
Or the shadows of our past, lingering in the light of new worlds?