Between the celestial hieroglyphs
lies an astral silence,
cradled in the arms of ancient light,
whispering forgotten tales.
Structures unseen,
notes unplayed drift alongside
spectral songs of stars
embroidered in the cosmic dark.
In shadows, a universe remembers
the sonata of its origin
stitched from dreams and nebulae sighs,
woven within spacetime's tender embrace.
The veil thins at the memory's edge,
where frequencies of life ripple,
ennobled by the desperate curl of gravity—
a forgotten embrace.