In the lull between celestial breaths,
where silence speaks in echoes of light,
an ancient dial turns—
slow as dreams, bright as distant suns.
Navigate this quiet symphony,
let your fingers trace the constellations,
each step a note in the star's silent hymn—
the cosmos waiting, a canvas of sound.
Our hands shape these whispered melodies,
weaving through the fabric of night's embrace,
a tapestry stitched with the moon's silver thread—
here, in the realm of the in-between.