Cogs of Forgotten Stars

In a galaxy tucked beneath azure blankets,
The cogs spin, whispering shadows of old truths,
Each click a sigh, woven into dawn's breath,
Tethering time in its celestial waltz.

Stars in slow unraveling ascent;
Stars that sing in coded pulses,
Sending signals fainter than dreams of light.
Are you listening, earthbound traveler?

Somewhere, a wheel grinds sand to glass,
Each grain a universe turned upside down.
Hints of what was, what will be,
Beyond the ancient void's nudge.

The coiling echoes shake the fabric,
A tapestry of midnight musk and vibrating copper;
We stand as pieces on a board,
Waiting for the skies to play their hand.