The cosmos murmurs in gentle tones,
a lullaby for stars that flicker in distant dreams.
In the cradle of the universe, we all find our rest—
etheric sprawls call to us with the reverie of ages past.
And hear the shadows sing of time unbound,
their hymns a chiaroscuro dance,
rhythmically serenading the quiet,
weaving a tapestry of cosmic lullabies.
Listen, oh wanderer, to the celestial breath
that whispers between the folds of reality,
where every silence holds a truth unsung
and every starlight twinkles with ancient remembrance.
To wander through the stars
is to traverse the corridors of dreams,
to find oneself anew amidst the stellar tapestry—
a journey into the soul of infinity its echoing refrain.
Continue your odyssey:
Memories of the Constellations