Wander through the fields of endless whispers,
beneath the watchful eyes of slumbering constellations.
Here, where the soil breathes stories of stars,
dreams of the cosmos paint the twilight above.
Traces of galaxies weave through stems of light,
soft murmurs of distant moons cradle the horizon.
What lies beyond the celestial veil,
but mirrored reflections of lost wanderers?
Tempo of the universe dances on the air,
each heartbeat a pulse through the firmament.
And as you'll traverse these plain unknowns,
may you find whispers that echo your spirit.