In the fracture of night's gentle embrace,
A spectrum of stars hum a silent song.
Through prisms of whispered light,
Heartbeats of the cosmos dance
In lingering hues of celestial dreams.
Static lullabies weave through ether,
A soft kiss on the brow of solitude.
Bottle the light, they say,
In glass seas and crystal shores;
Awaiting the dawn in luminal slumber.
As spectra sing their fading flames,
The world fractures and bends in twilight.
Listen, for echoes are but whispers,
Shattered fragments of light's gentle tale.