Each of them came from a different star,
Silent travelers in the cosmic bazaar.
Through galaxies vast, they wandered far,
Seeking the tales of lives bizarre.

Some from the fires of an ardent sun,
With dreams ablaze, like a race began.
Their light, a beacon, guides their way,
Illuminating paths where destinies sway.

Others from the cool, and distant spheres,
Where wisdom speaks in crystalline tears.
Ice-born souls with quiet in their eyes,
Carrying the echoes of supernal lullabies.

Each of them, a leading light in the choir,
Ignited by dreams, fueled by their fire.
From Orion’s belt to the farthest afar,
Each of them came from a different star.

They danced in the nebulae, clasped by the night,
Weaving their stories in the scope of starlight.
In the vastness, their fortunes intertwined,
A song of constellations, forever enshrined.

Through the eons, their stardust shall soar,
As mythical wanderers, forevermore.
For in the material of the endless expanse,
They find their unity, their immortal dance.