In the quiet cosmos,
Doodles of stardust speak
Of sagas etched in silver light;
A whisper, a beacon, a song
Of worlds lost to the slip
Of a night's dreaming hand.
As tides of ink swell,
Brushes dance on the horizon—
Scribe the arcane, heal the wanderer;
Stories swirl in the maelstrom
Of history and pause,
Between heartbeats, a halo gleams.
Travel deeper, intrepid sailor of the virtual seas, for the margins harbor secrets
that even the most spirited of wind cannot erase. Will you dare the flicker?
Do not bind your soul to the surface;
instead, lay thy words upon the stars, each a saga in itself,