In the silence of the disrupted ether, where fleeting whispers of a million stars interlace, I find myself untethered. The pale moon glows, a solitary beacon, illuminating paths uncharted, routes forged in the soft glow of spectral dreams.

Hover over the clouds of a memory, a fragment lost in time's cruel expansion, and touch the ethereal wings of a forgotten thought. The universe is a vast canvas, splattered with hues unseen, with galaxies strewn like crumbs across the cosmic ocean.

Each constellation sings a lullaby, a soothing echo of celestial harmonies unknown to the waking world. These are the songs of the starry night, whispering secrets to the brave voyagers of the mind.