In the hush of fading stars,
where time's fingers gently weave,
a tapestry of stillness,
lies the breath of creation.
Embrace the quiet cosmos.

Gravity wells of heartbeats,
pulling at the seams of dusk,
the invisible sighs
of a Universe unwinding
in lucid dreams of quiescence.

Whisper to the echoes
that sing an ancient refrain,
the lullaby of forgotten
galaxies, blanketed in silence,
cradling the void with gentle grace.