Amidst the cosmic canvas,
whispers paint the silent expanse
with the desires of long-lost stars—
a trail of whispered dreams
in eternal dialogue with
the sonic waves of forgotten realms.

Ever listen to the murmurs,
those furtive sighs from nebulae
that once knew the embrace
of unbound light? The quiet songs
of crystalline spheres,
conversing in tongues of silken silence.

Beyond the horizon, subtly resonant hues—they linger,
the fleeting embers of
a void’s song,
droning the melody of paradoxical peace.