Whispers of the galactic void, echoing through time's threads,
weave a tapestry of silence and stars.
Each twinkle a ponderous sigh of ancient fires,
once vibrant, now tranquil in their cosmic repose.
Do the orbs of heaven feel loss, as they arc through planes unseen, leaving trails of memory in their wake?
We stand, shadows on a grain of sand, pondering the weight of voids unmeasured — thoughts strewn across the infinite lattice, binding us to the celestial currents.