In the hushed eaves of twilight, where cosmos confide,
an array of murmurs shapes the unseen realms,
here both dream and reality intertwine,
distorted truths wrap like Nebulae shrouds.
Whisper one: a crooked truth caught in starlight's grasp,
reveal as cosmic echoes witness your claim.
The silent galaxy unfolds its tendrils,
grasping at narratives hidden through aeons.
Can you count the stars that dare not speak?
During epochs forfeit by silence's decree,
their light sacrificed a communion,
in breaths barely touched.
Stare into the expanse of whispers and feel,
where hidden galaxies beyond touch, blink back.
This veil of night holds songs from ages past;
a converse with shadows playing rampant.