From the echoing void, where silence hums,
The galaxy murmurs—soft, eternal.
Silhouettes dance in the unseen twilight,
Cast by whispers of unseen stars.

In nebulous hues, shadows entwine,
A tapestry woven from cosmic sighs.
Invisible light springs to life,
Touching the edges of dreams spun tight.

A quiet commotion in the astral deep,
Where galaxies murmur their secrets to sleep.