Now, hover over the silence...
pale echoes of galaxies untold
binding letters, forming truths
beneath nebulae's whispered roots.
I once saw red stars lie down beneath shadowed waves,
long ago, when maps sang to the course of destinies.
Discover vines twisted around these celestial tales,
guiding soil lest we forget beginnings unnamed ambiguity.
Paths align
not solely by sight,
whispered origins birthed from stardust's past
form destinies' unseen flashes.
To read, dear voyager,
is more than harboring words
it's making residence upon
hidden suns awakening designs obscure.