The night sky bends, a velvet dome,

Where silver rivers softly roam.

Stars like lanterns, ancient, bright,

Guard the secrets of the night.

A crescent moon with gentle glow,

Hangs above the world below.

It hums of tides, of dreams untold,

Of stories carved in light and gold.

The constellations weave their song,

A map of myths we've traced so long.

Orion strides, the Pleiades dance,

The sky becomes a vast expanse.

And as the dark embraces me,

I feel the pull of mystery—

That endless sea of spark and flame,

Where all began, and all became.