Rebirth of the Celestial Silences
In the womb of the void, a whisper swirls,
Echoes lost amid astral curls.
Stars breathe, bright in slumber's grace,
While galaxies float in a delicate chase.
Hold your dreams forged in stellar light,
As comets trace paths of forgotten rite.
Are we mere sparks in the boundless deep,
Or echoes of the stars that sing us to sleep?
With every dawn, the cosmos sighs,
The void, a cradle of silvery ties.