In the breath of silent eons, stretch your fingers to the firmament,
where the constellations weep in encoded splendor.
Trace the lines woven by forgotten hands,
decipher the addresses of stars that blink in hymnal silence.
Move as shadows upon the night’s canvas,
become the light that bends to reveal the veiled connections.
In the dance of your reflection upon ancient waters,
lies the map of paths unseen.
Gather your thoughts like light captured in a prism,
speak the language of radiance back to the cosmos,
for within secretive wrappings of stardust,
knowledge floats—not lost, merely hidden, awaiting your touch.