Secrets of the Sphere

The ancients spoke —\ in circles of shadow and light —\ about the sphere that never spun,\ held in the cradle of twilight...\ Whistles of the cosmic wind,\ caressing the edges of time,\ murmured secrets only stars dared keep.\ An orb of forgotten wisdom,\ where gravity dances at the whim \ of silent symphonies,\ and echoes of light \ weep in the name of solitude...\ Here, in the unfurling cosmic tide,\ lies the truth obscured\ by the whispers who dared beleaguer their lancers\ with cries that drift lonely within ether's grasp.\