In the void where whispers of ancient dreams linger,
the flux of celestial breath pulsates softly.
Lost murmurs carve gentle eddies,
tracing patterns in the cosmic silk.
A tide that knows no shore nor sunset,
pulls at your heart with silent hands.
Yours, a distant echo, resonating—
here where galaxies cradle lost lullabies.
Would you walk among the drifting scents of starlight,
feeling the currents of undiscovered solace?
To journey within, beneath the radiant slumber,
amidst the shrines of forgotten constellations?
The night breathes, and with it a promise held,
etched in the liquid glow of astral tears.
And once more, the silence speaks in tender riddles:
the dance of your silence awaits.