Beyond the precipice of the eternal,
the horizon whispers tales of yore.
Celestial highways trace dreams,
stitched in the fabric of night.
Look only to where grains of ancient stardust settle,
as you walk the line between worlds.
Time, a fickle voyager, pauses here—
capturing ephemeral moments where echoes linger,
binding solemn shadows in laughter's echo.
Between the veil of now and forgotten tomorrows,
a symphony plays on cosmic strings.
Can you hear the notes of nebulae?