In the quiet dark, where silence potent reigns,
there lies a tapestry woven from dreams,
veils of nebulae shared by syllables muted,
cosmos unfurling, an endless embrace.
Shadows kiss stardust, igniting the unknown,
whispers of time, trickling down the astral sea.
Boundaries waver in twilight, a maze without end,
twisting corridors of space unravel in still murmurs.
Listen... Listen to the whispers, they crave
the touch of ear not tethered to the earth,
where echoes of the past swirl into the promise
of futures unwritten, cosmic breaths interlaced.