In the silent hum of cosmos, where stars weave their threads,
a whisper travels on the stardust streams.
Listen closely to the echo of ancient truths,
the songs sung by unseen hands that shape our fates.
A traveler, you, lost in the spirals of forgotten galaxies,
trace the patterns of a truth only dreamt of.
Shadows dance on the rim of your vision,
they laugh in colors you cannot name.
Yet there, in the lattice of light, lies a comfort,
familiar yet strange, alien and home.
Sky Threads
Look Inside