Whispering winds through cosmic corridors,
carry remnants of dreams left unsaid,
counting constellations like breadcrumbs,
through a forest of silent stars.
In the embrace of night’s tender mystery,
shadows dance with memories of
moments uncaptured,
their twinkling sighs a language
of distant echoes, fading yet ever true.
Wanderer, do you hear them sing?
The verses of galaxies knows no bounds,
whisper to the stars your forgotten name,
and find yourself in the spaces between.
Paths unfurl to the tapestry vast,
where skies breathe lifeless lullabies;
rest your eyes upon the astral seas
that cradle the dawn of eternal dreams.
Follow, galactic echoes,
immerse in night's murmur,
and unearth tales beneath the whispering stars.