In consternation, oh atlas of the forgotten, You, revered map, destined to chart galaxies displaced. Hidden within your quiet ruminations Lies the echo of a lost song, unheard, yet sung.
A nebula clouds her thoughts, arcing rhythms in crimson ether, unclustered stars invite myriad lullabies, weaved by impermanent meteor flight. Shall the blushing cosmos ever interweave our fate?
The brother stars commune, they gather in undulating silence, fabric woven for destiny intact yet unraveling slowly. Oh, gather in spirals the milky whispers come forth, Traversing through dimensions into oblivion.
When did this soliloquy of stellar hues commence? Lifelines sings across void, casting new dances They foster sacred aching desire illumined reflections in astral haze.