In the Ether, Beyond the Stars
Dear traveler,
Amidst the cosmic dance of celestial alchemy,
your presence has echoed in the silence of twilight.
Do you hear the distant whispers dancing upon the edge of your dreams?
They weave tales of worlds not spun,
where shadows kiss the light a little longer.
As the quill glides through realms'-east by starlight,
your footprints on the sands of time linger.
Whispers gather like fractals, expanding into hues unknown.
A Voice from the Abyss
With every pulse of the universe's heart,
we chart the unsung songs where silence grows.
Beneath veils of comet tails,
the cries of time slip between our fingers.
The orb of time spins,
a liar and a friend,
cradling the tender lies we choose to believe.
These notes, interwoven in hue and dread,
speak of galaxies lost and found.
Fare thee well on your interstellar passage,
until whispers find us together in shadow again.
The Orb of Nostalgia