In the midnight ballet, where stardust silently weeps,
a symphony of cosmic threads weaves through the endless void,
echoing the untold stories of the wisps floating adrift,
in the cradle of the universe, they are lost yet found.
The heavens murmur through the spark of distant galaxies,
and within them, silent screams reverberate,
calling out the names of stars unremembered,
their luminous tears a mirror to our forgotten fears.
Beneath the cosmic tapestry, whispers breathe life into shadows,
tracing the contours of dreams spun from lunar dust,
where every sigh becomes a comet's journey,
painting paths of light across a boundless night.