In the sky's hidden chambers whispers wane,
signals of gibbous moons,
weaving poetics among stardust dew.
Peering through kaleidoscopes,
the universe frays myths under nebulae's lens,
spectral auroras tangling with silence—
ever-looping the sage's riddle.
Beneath this audience of ancient orbs,
a symphony of shadows sighs,
containing echoes of unraveling realities.
Do we chase the comet's tail
or let the fireflies guide our unseen paths?
Ensnares disarray within fickle destiny,
as the astral chamber winks knowingly.
Interlude draped in mystical sheets,
where every breath a star's fugue,
lingers the fugitive's prayer, unspoken.
Gaze deeper: