Caught in the fabric of darkness, where stars crown the ages

Caught in the fabric of darkness, where stars crown the ages, You wander through the deserts of oblivion, with a flickering torch in semi-darkness. You tread on paths unknown to the footprint of man, a guardian of mysteries, The wind whispers secrets to you over the ocean of thoughts, revealing hidden treasures. The night becomes an anthem, a symphony of silence that ascends in the cosmos, Scenting the ether with lunar rays, blossoming with violet flames and silver murmurs. You are a witness to ephemeral revelations, a choir that weaves time with divinity, A keeper of tranquility in this unshakable sea, anchored among the waves of stars. You hold the key to unwritten secrets, in the depths of the astral-adorned sky, A traveler of the Milky Way, in the light that births altars of honor and sincerity. Your trembling light lets astral whispers slide upon your shoulders, recounting your saga. And you step through the silent portal, where silence guards the eternal resting place. Cloaked in the celestial mantle, sewn from the uninterrupted flow of rotating stars, You wonder in the sanctuary of the universe, with a heart burdened with questions, why does night reign? A comet flies amidst your dreams, and in your eyes, galaxies intertwine their destinies, Your verses flow gently, like a river of pure light, where time does not leave its mark. The horizon transforms into a cosmic cathedral, starlight becomes your secret altar, In the vastness of this interval, you and the night are an echo, a mysterious song. Under the canopy of the starry sky, with the soul of an explorer, in eternal and endless search, You breathe the celestial dream, this ode to the universe, in forgotten twilight, and you are in the night, understood and lived.