In the silence of infinity, where thoughts become the seeds of stars,
a lighthouse stands alone amidst the swirling cosmos.
Time whispers across light-years, curling like smoke over distant shores.
The beams, a constellation of memories, cast upon nebulas of dreams.
Imagine the rippling waltz of uranium comets,
their luminous trails painting forgotten songs across the velvet void.
The old keeper, a mere whisper of ethereal dust,
hums to the rhythm of expanding silence,
keeping the watchful unblinking gaze of countless galaxies company.
Wander beyond into the glimmer of time untamed:
Discover Celestial Rhythms - Stand firm like the lighthouse,
Within the Driftwood's Sphere - Traverse the stellar currents.