In the hushed corridors of endless night,
where stars weave tales of light and shadow,
I wandered paths forgotten by the dawn.
Echoes of dreams, remnants of silent musings,
trace the contours of time's gentle embrace.
Quasars hum their ancient lullabies,
conflicting warmth of memories unclaimed.
What dreams danced in the labyrinth's heart?
Veiled in whispers, hidden from the sun's gaze;
shadows known to none but me.
Perhaps they speak of roads not taken,
choices veiled in mist, lingering paths untravelled,
forgotten by the eternity of stardust sprinkled dreams.