Darkness spills over the edges of reality,
A vast canvas interspersed with whispers of ancient luminance.
Stars, like silent watchmen, speak in twinkling tongues,
Promising riddles etched in light years.
We drift amidst the celestial serenade,
A hallowed hymn sung by entities unseen.
The universe exhales, and we breathe in its echoes,
each inhale gathering notes unsung and lingering.
There, in the quilted abyss, a murmur beckons,
Threads of stardust woven through time's fabric.
A paean of galactic birthright reverberates,
Constellations our silent orchestra.
Step closer to the starlit void, and listen—
Let nebulae embrace your curiosity,
Let solar flares dance on your fingertips,
And in their chaos, find harmony anew.