Step softly, through the obsidian whispers,
Where stars once sang, now silence lingers.
Phantom melodies rise, like cosmic fog,
In the corridors of space, the void's vast bog.
Here, in the shadow of nebulae's embrace,
Ghostly dancers waltz in the ages' trace;
Celestial fabric, woven in time's loom,
They twirl in silence, leaving echoes of gloom.
Their laughter is the crack of a distant sun,
The sigh of a comet, a course undone.