Across the span of empty universes,
Silence echoes like a forgotten song.
Is the void a canvas or a prison,
painted with the colors of unmade dreams?

From this lonely pedestal,
the stars weave stories of lies and truths,
glimpses of another existence
swimming in endless twilight.

They say time stretches like an elastic band,
yet it crumples here near the bravado
of cosmic dust and whispered myths.
Have you wandered here too, lost seeker?

One tick of a distant supernova,
and reality fractures like stained glass,
painting our shadows with alien light,
binding us to wonders unseen.