In the cradle of the void,
every star sings a lullaby,
weaving threads of light
into the tapestry of time.
Whisper, the cosmos breathes,
its voice a gentle ripple
across the infinite sea.
Listen, and you shall know
the language of eternity.
When did you last hear
the echo of a dream
that fell from an astral tongue,
leaving traces of forgotten truths
upon your waking mind?
Or did the silence
speak louder still?
Paths unwritten lie ahead,
like stardust scattered
upon the cosmic winds.
Dare you follow
the unseen trails
left by ancients
long past their evening star?