Beyond the edge of lantern light,
where gravity sighs its serenade,
footsteps whisper on renegade shores.
Granite of stars, grains of night,
a cosmos lulled in ever-sung decay.
Inhale the arcane, exhale the known,
every breath a universe spins.
With eyes wide to wonder’s embrace,
we etch the tale on nebula skin.
Time bends, its fingers dance.
Let phantoms guide beneath the moons,
through azure mists to timeless oases,
where echoes of futures unsung remain,
footsteps fading into a horizon rewritten.