Among the scattered stars, the words hang delicate,
threads of light woven, into a cosmic narrative
unspooled by silent lips of interstellar dust.
Hear, the murmurs of eons caught in a single sigh,
where dreams frolic amongst dying suns,
and the universe paints tales in hues of twilight.
In this realm of starry farewells,
the ink is made of starlight and time,
whispering the forgotten songs of Nebulas.
Enter a Cosmic Dream
Long Lost Maps Unfolding
Silent Conversations