The stars whisper secrets,
but only to those who know
the language of shadows.
Here lies the irony: every step,
taken upon these illuminated trails,
echoes louder than the tales
spun by the indifferent cosmos.
Ever the silent witness,
the moon grins at wanderers
caught in the dark comedy
of celestial navigation.
Paths, lit by borrowed rays,
lead to destinations unchosen,
like fate’s exasperated shrug.