Starborne (Remastered)

They move where silence tangles, Drifting through veils of fractured angles. Their edges shimmer, neither sharp nor soft, Starborne figures, adrift and aloft. Their forms dissolve where the light won’t stay, Refracting paths in a colorless sway. We name them alien, yet they are us, Starborne, spinning in the same dust. Starborne, they breathe, Unfolding in rhythms no mind can conceive. Starborne, they rise, Shapes without borders, bound to the skies. Through voidlines, they drift, unseeing and seen, Their presence traced in the space between. Alien specters, their pulse, our thread, Starborne we follow, where we too are led. The unknown bends where they collide, A rhythm that births what the stars confide. They are the flame, the ash, the stream, Starborne beings, the shape of a dream. What are they, if not what we are? The map of light written on every scar. Alien, familiar, a timeless refrain, Starborne whispers that echo our name.