Echoes of forgotten stardust carve the silence.
Threads unravel in the cosmic tapestry.
Follow the whisper of a path unseen.
In the expanse, a pulse.
Thoughts collide, refracting light.
Are we wanderers, or were we called?
Serpentine routes through dormant galaxies
Shift these veils of obscured resonance.
Once obscured, now entwined with fate.