In the whispered glow,
where shadows dance upon the silver tide,
a song of stars unfurls,
weaving dreams from ancient comet trails.
The moon, a silent guardian,
bathes the world in its soft embrace,
whispering tales from yonder skies,
echoes of a time uncharted by man.
Listen closely, through the night's breath,
faint signals from a distant star
call to the wandering soul,
inviting it to lose itself in the cosmic waltz.
A tapestry of light and shadow,
crafted by the hand of night itself,
dances upon the void,
a masterpiece of fleeting tranquil moments.