When the stars align and hum their ancient hymns,
Time folds and bends, revealing secret worlds.
A constellation breathes, exhaling a narrative
Of dreams stitched in light, where nebulae weep.

Underneath the crystalline night,
A voice distant but near, calls to us.
Faint signals of wisdom from celestial shores,
Carried on the back of silence, yearning for ears.

In twilight's grasp, shadows dance on the edge of reason,
Mementos of a universe in slumber.
The astral winds whisper secrets of the dawn,
Kisses of meteors trace the sky's tender smile.