In the corridor of the cosmos, gleaming whispers outline destiny's arc.
Do you hear the quiet cascade?
Stars descending, like luminous teardrops, weeping solace upon the ocean's mirage.
Each fragment dances through the tapestry, a needle stitching infinity's loom.
Does the galaxy know your name, hidden amidst the ethers?
Refracted thoughts through prisms of tethered time.
Beyond the Auroras