In cosmic depths, where stars ignite, a being stirs unseen,
Astegon, the celestial form, cloaked in starlight’s sheen.
With wings of nebulae and eyes like distant suns,
He glides through galaxies, where time and space are one.
His touch ignites the void, with stardust in his wake,
A whisper of creation’s song, the echoes softly ache.
He spins tales woven from moonlight, mysteries untold,
Of ancient forces, light and dark, in stories yet to unfold.
His voice, a symphony of spheres, resonates through space,
Guiding lost souls through astral realms, leaving no trace.
He is the keeper of forgotten lore, the weaver of cosmic dreams,
A silent observer, watching worlds, as their futures gleam.
Though cloaked in mystery’s embrace, a warmth within resides,
A guiding light for those who seek, beyond the veil he hides.
He offers solace to the lost, and knowledge to the bold,
A glimpse of the universe’s truth, in stories yet untold.
So raise your eyes to heavens high, where astral wonders shine,
For Astegon, the enigma, whispers secrets divine.
He dances with the cosmic flow, a being vast and grand,
A reminder of the universe’s awe, held gently in his hand.