In the swirling eddies of forgotten time,
a waltz through the eternal cosmos unfolds.
Each step, a whisper;
each pause, an echo of the void.
Entropy's cradle rocks the stars,
as periodic solitude holds its quiet dominion.
Here lies the decaying promise of galaxies,
a shadow of luminosity past its zenith.
As planets dance to silent symphonies,
they chart paths etched in longing.
The sky, a map of absent figures,
delineating loss as the only permanence.
To wander is to understand the sublime decay,
where every revolution mourns beginnings,
and every galaxy a poem
whispering secrets of infinity.