She rises through veils of starlight,
half-formed, half-remembered,
a dream whispering itself awake.
Galaxies ripple at her passing,
their edges bending soft as fabric,
their fire trembling in her shadow.
She is the silence between moons,
the breath that unravels comets,
the mirror in which time forgets its face.
Every step dissolves into light,
every gesture fractures into colour.
She is
a secret the universe cannot hold,
a vision dreamt by eternity.
