Echoing softly through dimensions folded;
A cosmic dancer spins kaleidoscope vistas
in the heart of void whisper;
The syllables of starlight cascading.
In the womb of dusk, where light dreams,
shadows are painted with tunes of oblivion,
and the story of
ever is inscribed on sand.
Listen! There is a lullaby of warped echoes,
a star's last breath, softly echoed:
the silent scream of time,
its petals unfolding in astral prose.
Eclipsed beneath particle tears,
a whisper sighs... and sighs... and sighs,
drowning in the echoes of chrysopoeia.