Upon the cusp of dreaming skies,
where galaxies hum in forgotten tongues,
a single whisper spirals, weaving tales
through ether's loom, soft like stardust sighs.

Time, an echo cast in silver hues,
bends the resonance of silent moons,
and here, lost in a tapestry of night,
we listen to the cosmos' breathing light.

Echo of Infinity
Dawn of Luminescence
Woven Dreams