In the shadowed seas where the stars weep, a lone traveler casts their longing gaze.
Their heart, a vessel for the lost comets, drifts upon waves of time, seeking the elusive.
Entwined with spectral whispers, the seeker moves through nights untouched by dawn.
A beacon faint, like a ghostly hymn, guides the soul through enigmatic waters.
Veil of stardust, shroud of sighs, where silence echoes the infinite cry.
Here, dreams are the constellations of the heart, forever out of reach.