Ether reels through twilight skies,

whispers of stars in the velvet air.

Unseen currents weave, then unravel,

a breath, a pulse, a nameless prayer.

Vast and weightless, it cradles light,

between silence and the echo of flame.

It holds the space where worlds collide,

yet never speaks its own true name.

In the ether's dance, we are lost,

and found in its endless sea.

A flicker, a spark, a fleeting thought—

floating in eternity.