In the vast tapestry of night,
silent screams echo between the stars,
where shadows weave the fabric of solitude.
The constellations above;
not guides, but whispers
of truths long hidden in cosmic sighs.
Each silent scream,
a story untold,
a dream cast adrift on the winds of darkness.
And as we gaze into the depths,
we find not answers,
but reflections of our own boundless secret sea.