In a realm where twilight murmurs,
the bittersweet tales of wandering orbs,
I traced your name across forlorn skies—
Stella Adriosa, prisoner of time.
Through tangled nebulae, my ship drifts
over the edge of perpetual midnight,
where gravity forgets its weary lessons,
and stars whisper secrets to the void.
My fingers ache with the weight of
constellations untold, unraveling—
prayers etched in cosmic dust
scattered in paths of stardust rain.
Beneath the canopy of your dreams,
I carve the destiny of constellations—
ephemeral cartouches of light,
lingerings of a celestial breath…
Hear the echoes.
Beneath our canvas, time unfurls—
a delicate thread weaving through
the soft murmurs of empty worlds.
Seek the oracle.