Constellation Dreams

The whispers of the stars paint pathways in the midnight sky,
journeys through invisible ink, outlining stories never told.

Beneath the infinite, footsteps echo on silent roads,
tracing circles around the forgotten realms of memory.

"Do you seek your shadow among the asteroids," asked
an elder voice veiled in nebulae, "or the echoes of your past named in foreign tongues?"

A single grain of stardust falls,
leaving a mark where the cosmos sighs.