In the void where dreams collide
the ancients murmur through celestial veins
The ink invisible, yet whispers a story
For those who dare to listen in silence.
The night sky unfurls its secrets
like a forgotten manuscript of the universe,
pages woven with light and distance,
speaking in frequencies unheard.
Seek the invisible streams,
where tales of the cosmic wanderers
reside in shadows and stardust;
their journeys etched in the void.
Enter the labyrinth of constellations,
where whispers turn to echoes
and every echo tells a fragment
of a tale longer than time itself.