In the quiet moments,
just before the dawn,
where shadows fold around the light,
a whisper tells the tale of a legend.
A whisper, like moonlight on water,
shimmering in hues untold,
spoken in the celestial tongue.
They speak of giants, once shepherds of stars,
whose dreams carved rivers in the skies,
and left echoes in the fabric of our words.
The song of a single traveler—
footfalls soft upon the astral sands,
leaving constellations in their wake.
Every step, a note in the silent symphony.
And in their waking dreams, we find ourselves,
reflections in the glassy expanse,
awaiting the luminary legends to awaken once more.