Across the luminous seas of void,
Danced the shadows of forgotten gods,
An astral melody, soft as oblivion,
Echoed the secrets of twilight’s grasp.
Beneath the iridescent curtain of night,
Where dreams weave their silent abode,
A comet streaks—silent herald,
Of timelines unspooled and destinies unsung.
Here lie the corridors of celestial flow,
A labyrinth of nebulae, cosmic inbreath,
Tethered to the heart’s hidden compass,
Each pulse a doorway; each silence, path.
And we soar, fearsome navigators,
Over constellations inked in night’s embrace,
Seeking truths, wrapped in cosmic veils,
Fearless in our luminous odyssey.