The cosmos whispers in fonts of antiquity,
Its pages turning under phantom feet,
With a rhythm of stars lost in the void,
Floating prose adrift in the velvet dark.
Phantoms of stories untold wander,
They trace paths amidst constellations
Whose names are forgotten to time's embrace.
In dreams, these tales beckon with light.
A thousand suns blink in synchronicity,
And the moon's tear remembers all.
Ink spills from the cosmos, lucid and strange,
Creating a tapestry of celestial secrets.
Walk the astral corridors where whispers echo,
Enter the portals where narratives ignite.
Follow the footsteps beneath the stardust,
Through the chapters of the unbound universe.