In the breath between constellations, a whisper lingers,
An ancient offering from realms untouched by time.
Stars flicker like forgotten dreams,
Glistening in the vast tapestry of night,
Their light a soft echo of cosmic tales,
Communing with the silence of those who listen.
The universe holds its breath
As you navigate the space between words,
You, the voyager of quietude,
Seeking harmony in the void's embrace.
Where galaxies are but distant murmurs,
And celestial bodies weave whispered prayers
For moments lost to the clamor of existence.
Listen now, to the hymns of dark matter,
To melodies sung by particles unseen.
The offering is here, in the peace between notes,
In the symphony only the silent stars understand.