Stars drowned in nocent tides, pulling the strings of endless night.
Castaways drifting in phosphorescent glow...

Galaxies breathe
a silent song,
whispers through the void,
echoing ancient truths.

A journey less wandered, but
covered in luminous algae,
mapping paths
in fleeting constellations.

Enough space to dream,
excuse the length,
traverse your shadow
across astral blooms.