In the quiet spaces between the stardust breaths,
secrets are woven, not with thread, but with
the silk of time's reverberation. Echoes played
in reverse, unraveling the woven night.
Listen: to the melodies that spiral off galaxies,
tune your heart to the silent symphony,
where every star is a note suspended in time,
each orbit a measure of cosmic poetry.
Illuminated enigmas dance in the shadows
of a cosmic verse, waiting for hands
skilled enough to play the celestial harp.