On the threshold between crystal laughter and cosmic silence, there lay sweets of starlight.
Filaments of dreams fade, yet brightly they whisper nebulous secrets,
wrapped in shadows of forgotten galaxies.
Do they evoke the taste of an endless void dancing upon the lips,
under the veil of night woven from incense and mirrored stars?
There, amidst celestial whispers, is the remainders of time's elegant candy,
intoxicating like echoes of errant comets in gentle pirouettes.