In the silence where the stars weave dreams
Between the whispers of ancient leaves
A path unfurls beneath our silent gazes—
A path not marked, yet known by heart.
The leaves speak secrets in tongues of emerald silence,
They breathe tales of forgotten forests,
Where every step imprints a moment's echo—
An echo cradled by the arms of night.
Listen, and you shall hear—the rustle of stars,
They call like distant shores upon celestial seas
Where the moon dips its silver brush
And paints the world in nocturnal hues.
The journey of a thousand breaths begins
Where silence becomes the loudest song,
And within this symphony of the universe,
Lies the truth of our wandering souls.
Gaze Upon the Galactic Formations