Whispering shadows beneath celestial tides,
where mere mortals listen to the lull of stars.
I am the silence woven through cosmic dreams,
a heartbeat echoing across the astral expanse.
The metronome of the universe—
neither fast nor slow, it pulses
with the breath of galaxies
in quiet symphony.
A void speaks in hushed tones,
narrating tales
of light-years lost and found,
time bends gently in its embrace.
I remember the songs
of ancient comets,
their melancholic dances
etched into the canvas of night.
Reach for the dusk,
or perhaps follow the wanderers
in their luminous quest for eternity.
Read the unspoken verses
that linger in the space
between heartbeats,
echoing the melody of the void.