Starry Narratives

In the ancient quiet of starlit whispers,
where constellations weave fractal dreams,
a comet once spoke in riddled tongues,
tracing equations upon the silvered canvas.

The night's heart beats in rhythmic verses,
spiraling galaxies hum lullabies to the void,
every twinkle a word in an unfinished sonnet,
every silence a stanza awaiting breath.

Beneath a lavender horizon, dreams unfurl,
a tapestry of twinkling dialogues writ large
by cosmic hands crafting whimsical narratives—
the universe scribes what mortals must seek.