Transit of the Forgotten Stars

And there, amidst the velvet ether, a whisper began to form. Bright and trembling, like the past on the edge of dust:

"Circles turned—puzzles woven, over Millenary moons." The inscription etched onto an ages-old stone lying under—

Silence projected by luminescent spheres, each more distant than imagined, a memory or perhaps a />
closer Figure, face not seen, echo of tales not told yet—

above them, a canvas stretching, where secrets lay buried among symbols pure—

and in the retreat of Celestial Cycles, a longing for clarity.