Deep within the corridors of the cosmos,
a whisper brews from the void's edge.
Echoes of an ancient pulse, yearning,
trapped between the light and the lost.
Shadows caress the faint luminescence,
where specters of time linger in the ether's embrace.
Do you hear the call, the distant chime,
resonating through hollow dreams?
The stars speak in riddles, their tongues
woven from the fabric of night itself.