Through veils of nebulae, amidst silent ecliptic whispers,
the loom of stars silently whispers your name.
Infinite raindrops on threads of spider-silk,
compose a ballad unheard, upon realms untrodden.
Where celestial tapestries intertwine,
destinies pulse, woven into the liberation of grains of time.
Seek the stars in their radiant dance,
for within them, the weavers spin your fate.