Beneath a tapestry of whispered voids,
The stars reflect in midnight mirrors,
Dancing to a tune unheard, unkept,
They waltz alone, in silent, spectral motion.

Each flicker, each tremor,
Is a ghost of a dream,
Haunted not by what
has come
But by what never was,
The universe’s hidden shadows.

Look closely, and listen,
The mirror whispers
Of an unbroken loop—
A couplet of silence
and the void’s gentle breath,
An echo of stars beyond stars,
Mirrors beyond mirrors.