Spiral echoes in the void,
where silence converses in shadows.
Whispered secrets of light,
trembling on the edge of dreams.
Watch the celestial waltz—
an ephemeral sequence of
cosmic choreography.
Do stars ever rest
in their endless exile?
Feel the resonance,
a reverberation in an empty room,
echoing memories
of celestial conversations.
Journey through the cosmic library,
where each star is a word,
each constellation a sentence of time.
And just beyond the horizon,
a supernova of thoughts
ignites the void.