Within an infinite canvas, threads of silver and shadow dance,
Weaving destinies inked in stardust,
Echoes of the ancients whisper, conspirators of the cosmos,
Woven kyrielle in the hands of the unseen seamstress.
Threads finer than the wishes of wandering souls,
Unravel the secrets of time, silken web of infinity,
Sing, oh spectral lyres, sing the hymn of galaxies,
For in your song lies the map of our becoming.
A child gazes skyward, her eyes a mirror to the heavens,
Shadows dance on silver blooms, petals falling into the void,
Touch the stars, she dreams, with fingers of light,
And in her touch, the universe twinkles anew.