The Silent Orbit

The dust rings settle in a quiet curve, a halo drawn around an unseen mass where ancient rocks forget their violent birth. They trace a circle through the velvet chill.

No atmosphere to hold a spoken word, no oceans left to catch the silver light, just scattered fragments of a shattered moon that keep their vigil in the endless dark.

A billion years of silent, steady grace, unwitnessed by the eyes that seek the dawn. The universe breathes out in fractured stone, and leaves this perfect geometry behind.