Whispering Stars

Midnight fell.
The stars held their breath,
whispering secrets
of stories untold.

In the silence,
a lost chapter floats,
tracing constellations
of forgotten dreams.

Echoing softly,
the void speaks in murmurs,
a tale half-written,
in celestial ink.

Paths diverge,
in stardust mysteries,
seeking the light
of truth obscured.

Beyond the horizon,
wanderers search,
for the whispers
of the stars.

Echoes of the Void
Nebula Dreams
Paths Untraveled