Sing, O celestial bodies, to the silent void.
In wavelengths unknown, your lullabies now unfurl.
Are they rhymes of supernova tales,
Or echoes of secrets locked in the genesis of all?
Astronomers—not magicians—of our world,
Scribe the verses of vestiges whose glyphe
Is etched upon the cosmic parchment,
A haunting symphony resonating through epochs.
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Did the birth of light whisper to the dark,
An aria of peculiar harmonics, now revealed?
Legends tell of horizons birthing fragility,
Nova songs, a dirge yet unmastered.
A quantum cave breathes the soft hums,
A song of eternity’s cradle, forgotten till now,
Whisper to the winds of measured distance—a lull
To galaxies adrift in realities unbound.