Beyond the veil of existence,
where ordinary silences fall.
The stars whisper secrets too bright for mortal eyes,
illuminating the rhythm of unseen waltzes.
In this space where gravity falters,
the dancers step lightly on the dreams of galaxies.
Their forms are but impressions in silver haze,
woven from strands of ethereal symphony.
Trace their movements with your mind's eye,
for the touch of their luminescent grace
may slap the depths of your hidden knowing,
a phantom limb cheering in the cosmos' embrace.
Listen closely:
"They lead you, chained to the invisible with stardust threads."
These electrified tendrils pulse with knowledge,
binding you in a celestial curiosity.
Seek the patterns in the plasma strewn curves,
for every pivot is a verse unspoken,
a myth rewriting itself in nocturnal light.