Silence, once a faithful companion, took flight
in the presence of glowing alarms.

The cosmos stretched, painting whispers
with shades only stars can comprehend.

Among the nebula of forgotten dreams,
a clock ticked its silent sonnet.

Here lies the intersection of sound
and celestial whispers, forever drifting.

An alarm, yet unringed, breathes life
into the cosmic dust settling on words.

Awake, not in fear, but in wonder of
what lies beyond the last heartbeat of time.