In the twisted shadows of celestial vaults,
the murmur of nebulae stirs—
an obscured odyssey whispered through
the veil of time and cosmic dust.

"Behold, the serpent's eye, in starlight cloaked,
a testimony of forgotten whispers,
unspoken yet manifest, encircling in
spirals of silence and echoes."

Mute guardians of luminous astral realms,
standing at the interstice—defiant
in the ever-bound quiescence of the dark,
they blink in rhythmic despondency.

"Their gaze", resonates the void,
"it probes the unseeing, unknowing, unfeeling,
a weave of fate entangled nebulously,
a fate the cosmos dreams while awake."