Beneath the shrouded veil where starlight weeps,
a constellation of forgotten tales nestles.
Shadows converse in murmurs unheard,
cascading cosmic dust on silent words.
Within the cosmos’ cradle,
truth dances like a distant nebula, shimmering
in the breadth of eternity,
where no foot has trodden and all dream reside.
Whispers chart new galaxies—
phenomena of the unseen, mesmeric,
piercing the armor of time,
creating rings of clarity in the abyss.
What song does the void sing
when silence becomes symphony?
Explore the arcane pathways.
Listen. The cosmically attuned ear
hears resonance that mere mortals do not—
a tapestry woven with threads of light,
each strand a poem, a whispered echo of ancient stars.
Are they dreams or the shadows of dreams?
An invitation lingers in the twilight—it calls
a bridge of dreams crossing celestial rivers.
Will you take the leap into the void,
unraveling mysteries as you fall,
grasping at the particles of forgotten wisdom?
In this realm, possibilities breathe,
meridian moths flit among stardrops
seeking nectar of the unsung,
alighting on luminous truths that flicker and fade.