In the hushed realm beyond the veils of dawn,
where the slumbering stars weave tales of old,
constellations whisper forgotten names,
stitched in the fabric of night’s embrace.

The echoes of what has been,
reverberate through the corridors,
of silence guarded by the cosmic ancients.
Each twinkle a remembrance,
a fleeting déjà vu caught in celestial breath.

Between the lines of the eternal verse,
lie worlds uncharted, paths untaken,
the shadows dance in the luminous glow,
a waltz of enigmas wrapped in stardust.