With each grain of sand, a galaxy found its place
Footsteps whispered tales of light unspent,
Tracing the edges of what was never known,
On shores invisible to the human heart
Where time fermented in quartz elegies.
Here, the cosmos breathes a different air—
Woven tides of thoughts ripple through
Stars echo soundless on the celestial rim,
While I ponder infinity's tender grip,
A mere observer in the archaic swirl of existence.
Here, is a home, is a ghost, is a hesitation embraced in cosmic arms,
The nostalgia of antiquity bottled in quasar light.