Listen closely, for the hum of stars weaves tales no mortal ear can claim to know.
Vestiges of forgotten echoes...
1. Through the prism of a shadow,
the stardust remembers our unsung melodies.
What, then, is your song?
2. When the clockwork of constellations halts,
and the ether sings silences,
does time too become a phantom limb?
3. Nebulas cradle the dreams of ancients,
enshrined in the nebulous dew of the cosmos.
Who are the keepers of these dreams?