In the cathedral of infinite night,
Stars flicker like candles in Yahweh's crypt;
Eternity's breath is moonlit mist,
Encased in granite, wisdom stands.
Spirits woven in the tapestry of starlight,
Guard the silent citadel of the cosmos;
Their murmurs caught in stones' embrace,
A symphony to rejoice the void’s solitude.
The obsidian breeze whispers softly.
"We are but echoes of celestial musings,"
The stones sigh, their voices ancient echoing through timeless domains;
Bound in the darkness where light dares not tread.
Cobbles and boulders on paths untrodden,
Silent guardians of the cathedral's unseen night;
Their truth carved across eternity’ span,
Offering sanctuary to doomed dreams.
Continue your sojourn into the eternal where echoes linger or traverse to stardust souls.