In the stillness of cosmic ink,
silhouettes dance upon verses murmured by starlight.
For the veils of nebulae uwritten weave threads
of forgotten equinox, dangling in timeless afterthoughts.
A vibration, faint as the heartbeat of silence, vibrates
distantly at the edges of yesterday's twilight.
Whispers in the Aura await
to unveil what never was, where shadows cradle
the light lost to ancient voyages beyond optics.
Trace beneath the horizons,
a forgotten poem sung only by veils.