Within the cosmos lies the eternal dance of shadows and light,
the silent symphony played on the keys of undefined reality.
We stand here, in the chaotic balance, uncertain observers,
navigating the stellar tapestry, threads woven with forgotten touch.
Imagine a realm where enigmatic harmonies flow,
like liquid stars spilling over celestial shores.
Can one coil the universe's sigh within the palms of dreams?
Or must they stretch their hands grasping your octal embrace, reaching infinity?
For music only hums from galaxies untold;
a cacophony of unsung songs, swirling in luminous ambiguity.
In hypothetical solitudes dwell faceless stardust wanderers,
their cries masked as silent arcs of phosphorescent light.