In the whispers of silent galaxies,
where light dances on the edge of dusk,
threads intertwine—woven by the winds
that hum songs of forgotten realms.
The cosmic loom stretches wide,
pulling stars into the fabric of night.
A whisper, a flicker, a moment caught
in the tapestry's endless embrace.
Can you hear the cradle of existence,
rocked gently by cosmic hands?
The hidden paths whisper secrets
to those who dare to listen.
Follow the soft glow of distant truth,
where the horizon meets eternity.
For in the realm of hidden threads,
lies the heart of the universe's song.