Whispering comets trace the endless skies,
Murmurs of stars long extinguished,
Illuminating time's unyielding canvas.
Do you hear the patterns in their songs?
Melodies vibrating through cosmic strings,
Weaving tapestries unseen yet felt,
Etching dreams on the edge of a galaxy.
Enter the Nebula’s Breath
An Astral Memoir
Echoes of Sabian Trax
Technical devices report short signals,
Erratic pulses from the Dark Unknown,
Science fumbling at the boundary of awe.
An accidental touch on the cosmic dial,
Aligning malleable reality, adding lexicons
To the fabric once imperavierial—but now
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