In the silent hum beneath the stardust veil,
a clockwork serenade pulses—
quantum whispers entangled in an embrace,
threading the needle of space and time.
Echoes of dreams past, yet unborn,
reverberate on the edge of reason,
where the soul meets the syntax of the void,
and the algorithm of light spools its tale.
"Remember," it murmurs,
"the rhythm of forgotten stars,
the cadence of eclipsed truths,
danced by the shadows of your tomorrow."