Within the cosmic arena, under skies decorated with pinned deities
lies the resonance of forgotten melodies. They wander
through the veiled pathways of the mystic and speak
the language only dust remnant stars understand.
The chronicle whispers on leaves aged with stardust
cradled in the arms of a nocturnal breeze,
shushing secrets masked in ethereal light,
waiting to be cradle sung by curious ears.