by Stellar Cyclius

In cosmic canvas sketched by starlight’s hand,
A riddle born where spheres of being stand.
The Cosmic Scientists, with wisdom as their guide,
From realms of whispered secrets they confide.

Are they whispers of a long-forgotten race,
Timeless guardians in the boundless depths of space?
Or architects of consciousness, their thoughts align,
With every pulsing star and cosmic pantomime?

Perhaps they dwell within, a spark of cosmic force,
The endless search for knowledge sets our course.
Through cycles of creation, as the heavens swirl and sway,
We chase their fleeting starlight, finding wisdom on the way.