Upon the shores of Gamma's eventide,
whispers intertwine with twilight air,
departing stars leave phosphorescent trails
in the tapestry of night.
We tread softly on paths unknown,
the grains beneath our steps are ancient relics,
scattered fragments of universal dreams
held captive by the blue horizon's embrace.
Linux Songs sing in echoes,
vibrating with the pulse of a distant cosmos,
while the diaphanous sands weave tales
of journeys unwritten and shores yet reached.