Whispers of Cosmic Harmonies
Amid the folding veils of time,
where stars tremble upon the brink of a thousand forgotten songs,
a dance begins—an ephemeral ballet of shadows and glints,
choreographed by the silent dreams of galaxies
Words like silken threads weave the tapestry of unseen realms,
scrawled steadily across the infinite fabric of space;
every letter an echo, a breath,
rippling through the void with the soft sigh of nebulous wings.
Nebula, my beloved specter, enkindles the dusk with your luminous caress,
where particles pirouette in the twilight of the cosmic breath,
celebrating the fleeting beauty of existence;
fleeting and forever clutching at a whispering void.