In the cosmos of forgotten thoughts,
where nebulas weave tales of stars,
hidden behind the veil of dawn.
Twinkle, twinkle, ephemeral jests,
dreams sewn among astral sand.
A whisper echoes: Have you seen the moon's reflection in the puddles of yesterday?
Time spirals, folding upon itself,
a paradox in the tranquility of night.
Listen to the silent tales.
Beneath the canopy of shimmering silence,
an abominable truth lies dormant:
Stars are merely thoughts lost in space.
Glimpse the galaxies.