In the vast embrace of the cosmic tapestry, where starlight weaves a haunting symphony,
echoes of forgotten dreams linger, suspended in time's gentle caress.
Have you ever wandered the corridors of celestial reverie?
Where the nebulae sing a yarn of ancient lore,
and every whisper is a planets' solemn hymn to its eternal ascent.
Here lies the ethereal dance of constellations,
a ballet unseen but deeply felt in the marrow of existence.
In the sky's unfathomable reach,
shadows of bygone moons cradle the secrets of the ages.
Listen to their lingering lament.
The stars are silent witnesses,
chroniclers of a radiant odyssey.
Gather the whispers, they say,
for in their soft murmurings lies the tale of us all.