Whispering echoes in the quilt of the night,
unravel transcendental map, calligraphy of galaxies.
Swimming among astral threads, incoherent syllables born
from the womb of the comet's tail.
The moon hums a narrative forgotten by dawn—
fragments of light sketch transient truths,
refined to a lyrical dance across aether’s expanse.
Illusions linger, sighs suspended in time.
Interstellar wind maps your journey,
travelling between star-stained whispers,
your shadows converse with stellar ghosts,
binding stories with cosmic prose.
Quixotic voyage, drawn closer by enigma's pulse.
Gaze deeper:
rippled silences and
wandering inkpots.