Zenia’s Infinity and Six Eyes. By Keren Obara.

In the quiet of twilight, Zenia stood,
Her eyes reflecting stardust, her heart a constellation.
With each breath, she whispered secrets to the moon,
Seeking solace in the cosmic dance of creation.

Her feet traced constellations across the sky,
A celestial waltz with nebulae as her partners.
She spun through galaxies, her gown trailing comet tails,
A luminescent tapestry woven by cosmic artisans.

The planets bowed in reverence as she ascended,
Their rings shimmering like halos around her form.
She danced past black holes, their gravity a lover’s embrace,
And met quasars that sang ancient ballads of time.

Higher she soared, her laughter echoing through the void,
A symphony of stardust and solar winds.
Her fingertips brushed against the fabric of existence,
Weaving her essence into the very fabric of reality.

And as she reached the edge of infinity,
Zenia unfurled her wings — a kaleidoscope of light.
She became the bridge between worlds,
A bridge that led to realms unknown, dreams uncharted.

For Zenia’s ascension was not limited by gravity,
Nor constrained by mortal boundaries.
She was the embodiment of wonder, the muse of the cosmos,
Guiding us toward the infinite, where magic and truth entwine.

And so, dear traveler, when you gaze upon the night sky,
Remember Zenia — the eternal dancer, the cosmic dreamer.
Her legacy lives on in the twinkling stars,
A reminder that our souls, too, can ascend beyond the heavens.

By Keren Obara 2024.