Between the passages of stars and voids, where dreams linger like tender whispers,
lies a maze wrapped in the perfume of dew.
Time etches its hands upon the silken weave, yet pieces remain forever solitudes.
In search of the missing constellation,
I stumbled upon fragments of bygone vows,
kissed by the moonlight, charting futures untold.
"A piece of a heart, shaped like an angel's sigh,
Whispered upon dreams that gently fly.
What am I?"