In the whispered breath of twilight, the stars sing.
"Dance of the shimmerless waves," murmurs the comet's tail,
as Luna weaves her silver dreams.
Among fragments of ancient light, the nebulae remember.
"Here lies the path of slumbering tides,"
echo the celestial winds in a language forgotten.
Let the cosmos cradle your spirit,
in the embrace of astral lullabies unending.
Seek the truth in constellations past the realm of ordinary sight.