In the quiet pulse of the void,
elemental whispers weave tales
of stardust and shadows,
painting the canvas of night
with a soft, forgotten glow.
Glimmers of hydrogen dreams,
tangled in the webs of time,
stretch their fingers across
the cosmos, seeking
the embrace of distant shores.
Fields of supernova secrets,
scattered like petals of light,
whisper to the silent moons
the stories they dare not tell
to the restless winds of space.
A celestial symphony unfolds,
woven by the hands of the unseen,
where every note is an echo
of a galaxy's sigh,
a comet's tear.