The whispers of the cosmos dance
over the tides, beneath
the quilt of stars. In the night, they
weave stories of distant wanderers,
paths crossed and uncrossed.
Stars speak in languages ancient,
a code understood by none
but felt by all—echoes of
infinite seas, patterns lost
in the dance of the moon.
Echoes: a fragment of a memory,
Unfold: the tether of dreams.
The wind carries a message,
an unspoken promise,
to those who listen.
With every gust, a new
constellation emerges, a story
rewritten on the azure canvas.
Map the unseen, Journey the unwritten, Tapestry the unfurled.
And thus, the stars persist,
silent witnesses to
the ephemeral dance of
light and shadow,
wind and water,
dream and reality.