In the void,
Silence is a siren's beckoning,
An interstellar waltz sung by shadows.
Streets paved with nebulous gas,
Cosmic alleys where the wind whispers tales
Of lost time and forgotten sighs.
Reflections writhe in crystalline mirrors,
Obsidian galas cruel and divine,
Elegies layered between the stars.
Some seek truths trapped in celestial binds,
Others tapestry weavers of woven deceit.
Beneath the horizon's vale of dreams,
Traverse the starry graves,
Where crimson lullabies bleed into the dark
And timelessness dances with its own shadows.