The stars speak in languages forgotten—
Carved in shadows, whispered in voids,
where silence weaves tales older than time.
Listen. Where do these nebulae's voices hide?
In the gaping mouths of ancient worlds,
Their voices, spectral and hushed,
Echo through the fabric of night.
And stars—those timid entities,
Shedding light upon their own solitude,
Channel whispers in the cracks of space.