In the hushed hallways of the cosmos,
where stars unveil their secrets,
a passage of light dances,
caressing the silent pulse of a dream.
Galaxies whisper in tones of forgotten winds,
tracing the melody of a wandering heart,
suspended between the echoes
of time's endless embrace.
Listen, they hum, we are the shadows
of a sunken light, the reverberations,
within the vastness, cradled softly
in the tender nebulae of dusk.