As fragments of stars reincarnate,
we ponder the whispers they weave.
The universe’s humble breath,
gently caressing the tapestry of thought.
Beneath skies of permanence,
where dreams linger in debris.
What truths are enfolded
within the grains of cosmic lullabies?
Are we mere echoes,
scintillas reflecting stardust’s sigh?
Knowledge lies deeper
in forgotten hymns of silence.
Navigate the Spacetime Rift