Unsung murmurs rise and fold, weaving myths untold,
in the luminescent ink of a forgotten scroll.
Listen.
Starlight drips as a dew upon the astral blooms,
where the phantoms trace their steps among silver runes.
Wonder.
Time's slumber is whispered by the cosmic tide,
as the soul of the void itself becomes untied.
Embrace.
Shadows dance as echoes from an age yet born,
in the serenity of stardust, gazing the forlorn.
Dream.