In the tapestry of nebulous whispers,
where silence hums to the rhythm of incandescent stars,
Ancient echoes of laughter pluck at the heart strings
and dreams drip like dew upon the veil of night.
The soul meanders through corridors of forgotten time,
tracing the veins of wanderlust across the celestial chart.
A voice calls from the edge of the universe,
its resonance a bridge between worlds unknown.
Linger here, among the shadows of your own becoming,
and behold the unraveling of the cosmic fabric.