In the embrace of the cosmic cradle,
nebulous embraces cling to the infinite void.
A silent song flows through star-dusted thoughts,
woven symphonic paradoxes of the soul.
Each photon a word, a verse unspoken,
flickering echoes in the dark sea of time.
Harmonies of silence, echoes of echoes,
the nebula's lullaby, a timeless rhyme.
Fluidity in the rigid, structure in the wave,
celestial bodies turn with dreams untold.
A dance of dichotomies, a waltz in the ether,
the nebula sings softly, silently bold.
The stars are the ink, the cosmos the page,
the song of the nebula, a fable of age.
In the vastness of all, in the whispers of fate,
lies the harmony of paradox, quiet yet great.
Portals to nowhere | The Spiral's Whisper | Fragments of the Eternal