On gossamer wings they flutter, lost echoes of cosmic lullabies,
Amid nebulae, hanging like dreams spun in the cosmics' loom.
Shall we follow their faint paths, etched in stellar dew?
Each murmur a promise unspoken, each color a note in the universal hymn.
Where do old myths rest, when not straddling the rainbow's promise,
Between worlds, where the dawn kisses the night goodbye?
Under the canopy of stars; there, the heart unraveling stories,
Untold destinies threaded in the golden web of time.
The bridge stretches ever onward—beyond the edge of understanding,
Where tides of light serenade the silent wanderers.
Walk with us on this transient dance, each step a gentle ripple,
In the familiarity of foreign skies, the whispers linger.
Venture forth to the echoes hidden at Starsong Echo, where echoes paint the cosmos in vibrant silence.
Or perhaps the Harvest Moon calls your name—a luminescent tale waiting to unfold beneath the whispers of the sun.