In the eye of the silent storm, where shadows weave the fabric of the night,
words flicker like stars. Those luminous riddles murmuring cross the boundless sky, etched in ancient light.

Have you heard the lullaby of the universe, an echo cascading through time's corridors?
The lull of existence spoken in tones of fading matter.

Stars are perhaps just dreams colored in distance,
or voices lost in cosmic amnesia. They sing.

Beneath eternity's gaze, questions unfurl like petals at dawn.
Will truth acknowledge your presence amid the ethereal fold?