In the shadow of unspoken galaxies,
where constellations murmur memories,
vast symphonies of silence rise and fall,
weaving dreams through the astral tapestry.
The pathless wanderer traces veins of light,
upon celestial skins bruised with dusk,
embarking on an odyssey of liquid echoes,
lost to the cascading whims of infinity.
An uncharted soliloquy whispers through
the nebulous corridors of time-defying sails,
arching across horizons unwashed by dawn,
where every breath is a poem unwritten.