Among the silent witnesses
lay the embers of dreams, whispers
of a cosmic diary, scattered
over the canvas of night.
Threads of constellations tell
a tale of distant echoes, woven
into the ebb of existence.
Seek the shadows of the reflected
skies, for there lies the grail
of time unspooled. Listen to the
encrypted symphonies, unseen
in the grind of days.
Starlit seas breathe the quiet
anthems, choruses left in the wake.
Can you unravel their myths?
The late-night oracles guard
secrets of the astral parchment.
Constellations drift in oblivion,
an encoded journey of the aeons.