Through realms uncharted where whispers gather,
traces of ancient constellations dance, hover fragile in dreams.
Do you recall the map adorned with celestial sigils forgotten.
The universe rests within the bowl of a solitary tear,—
Helios clothed in shadow hums a tune as old as now.
The next dawn becomes yesterday’s steps swallowed by space.
Quantum breadcrumbs trace the paths of spectral chimeras.
Have you counted the luminous grains settling, parsing whispers truly,
as they etch records mute, ancient lands lost, remnant souls adrift oceans of time.