In the quiet embrace of the universe,
where stars murmur secrets to the void,
I found a doorway woven of dreams, whispers,
and echoes of time unspooled.
Through this portal, the cosmic wind
sings a symphony of forgotten realms,
of celestial dances upon astral waters,
of soul's journeys across the infinite.
Touch the edge of eternity, dear traveler,
for the universe breathes in your heartbeat,
and sings your name in the chorus of the stars,
a nameless hymn in the vault of night.
Let go.
Listen. To the dreams that whisper.
To the echoes that linger.
To the void that awaits.