In the echoes of silence, the stars spin stories,
Lullabies woven from quarks and dreams.
Each twinkling whisper, a gleam of time untethered,
Floating, drifting in an orb of eternal night.
Listen, the universe hums a symphony,
Of particles jiving in quantum ballet,
A cello's drawl against the void's canvas,
Painting melodies in the ether's embrace.
Carry forth the moon's gentle gaze,
Dance the chiaroscuro between light and dark,
And find solace in the orbit of static lullabies,
A gentle hymn sung from realms afar.
Perhaps the stars beckon in soft undertones,
An invitation to weave through astral dreams,
As the cosmos serenades a midnight owl,
Whispering secrets only the void truly knows.
Seek more about the galactic lullabies in their muted grace
or wander through the stardust in curious worlds unseen.