In the void where stars whisper forgotten tales,
And gravity sheds its skin to join eternal dance,
Lies the frequency of dreams and truths twisted.
Bear witness to the ugliest of unveilings,
As planets circularize upon unheard echoes,
Charted only by those adorned in starlit scars.
Within each tick of celestial clock is a soul,
Torn across galaxies and stitched by dark light,
Pulsating quietly amidst colors unknown to Earth.