Somewhere between the web of galaxies, a quiet hum reverberates,
an echo in time, threading light through sidereal dreams.
Can you hear the songs woven from the sighs of stellar embers?
Whisper back if you dare, and let the tapestries speak.
Shadows captured in midnight’s embrace weep for the forgotten aeons,
cascading in silvery rivulets, undulating softly as if breathing.
Touch the luminary patterns and feel how woven realities unravel.
Conjure the past through
gleaming prophecies.