In the ink-black tapestry of eternal night,
where cosmic poetry weaves silence into sound,
the stars—a transient chorus—sing softly of yore.
"Do you hear the whisper of stardust,
echoing through the corridors of time?
It speaks of beginnings, of nebulous dreams,
and the birth of celestial symphonies.”
As luminous embers, they dance upon the void,
etching secrets upon the fabric of infinity,
inviting the wanderer to pause, to ponder,
the whispers lost in the cosmic breeze.
Traverse further through the starlit maze: Nebula's Dream
Or perhaps the silent echo of: Void's Echo