Beyond the curve of forgotten dreams,
The galaxies murmur in harmonics,
Their chromatic silence woven in stardust,
Echoes of realms that dance in twilight.
In every breath of interstellar winds,
A whisper rides the Solar's beams,
Urging tales from gravity's embrace,
Singing anthems of both silence and song.
Follow the divine constellations,
Where the North Star guides lost souls,
To find paths rendered by cosmic symphonies,
And lose yourself in the immeasurable blue.