The Cosmic Weaver

In the vast cradle of velvet night,
where silence hums the tales of forgotten stars,
threads of luminescent whispers we entwine,
draping constellations like dreams upon slumbering skies.

They speak in tongues woven from the breath of galaxies,
each twinkling filament a verse in a boundless odyssey.
Do you hear the ballads hummed by the stardust's arms,
caressing the edges of what once was, and what shall be?

Ponder, dear traveler, upon the labyrinth of light,
the echoes of quasars singing the hymn of creation.
Where stories wrapped in /poetic tendrils drift,
forever stitched into the tapestry of silence.