Dust Mosaic

In the cradle of stardust, a melody whispers,

echoes of dreams, woven by celestial hands.

Fragments of night, scattered like whispers of lost lullabies,

glisten upon the cosmic canvas, a mosaic of forgetting.

Once, a voice sang, cradled by the void,

once, a child counted stars as friends,

once, there was a wish, cast into the abyss,

now, there is silence, a remnant unrecalled.

Trace the lines with fingertips, reaching through,

unlock the ancient map where dreams dance.

Each particle, a universe unto itself,

each sigh of dust, a story untold.