In the quiet corners of the cosmic expanse,
where light bends and whispers fade,
remnants of dreams forgotten linger,
echoing silently in pastel shadows.
A soft pulse, like a giant's heartbeat, reminds me
of worlds unseen, of paths untaken
in the nebula's embrace—an iridescent cradle
swaying gently through the ether.
Here, the stars contain secrets
glimpsed in the periphery of sleep,
fragments of reality that slip through
fingers like mist at dawn.
Whispers beneath the waves
Awakening of the first light
Geometry of dreams