The cosmic wind whispers secrets,
Shards of stars in restless ascent,
Lost echoes of dreams distant,
We are but hunters of the ephemeral.
Through nebula mist we wander, moths to a supernova flame. Our footprints—mere shadows cast by time’s relentless grip, Sift the sands of the known universe in search of truth, Unheard, the psalms of forgotten galaxies sigh.
Seek the Sphinx of the Forgotten, She guards the riddles of glistening void, Her gaze eternal upon the fleeting stardust of remembrance, Questions dissolve, truths unread in ancient sigils.
Spin the wheel of Cosmic Yarn, Tangles of reality unfold in swirling tapestries, Where each thread is a whisper, a dream, a heartbeat, Swallowed by the yawning, celestial embrace.