Resonance at the edge of voids: stars shrilly sing in spectral bars,
Atomic paintings on cosmic canvases, whispering tales of existence.
Frequencies emerge, perched on solar tongues, exchanging muted secrets,
Their passages cherished by waves unseen, delicate vibrations ensnared.
The universe murmurs in decimals of light, patterns confined to
imaginations unshackled by the expanse, mysteries marooned in time,
Waves of histories antiquated, seeking echoes in the unwritten.
Spectra dance in beams, crying out softly: not in cries, but in chills.