When the stars' song takes its breath,
Harmonies spun across the celestial loom.
Silence unfurls where echoes once danced, A tapestry of forgotten symphonies.
Galaxies whisper, embrace the inevitable,
Gravity's Pull relentless still, tender touch.
Here, at the universe's furthest edge,
Light and shadow form their final ballet.
Beyond the twinkling throng, lies
A single grain in the cosmic hourglass—
Choose to wander, or remain enchanted,
Awaiting the next stellar dawn.