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.