Cosmic Weaver

In the realm of threads and stars, she sits serene, A guardian of tales, where yarn and cosmos converge. The chair, a throne, supports her gentle form, As she reads the script of the universe, her heart warm. The balls of yarn, like planets, surround her space, Connected by threads that weave a cosmic lace. The night sky whispers secrets, as she listens deep, Her dress, a tapestry, where stories softly creep. In this moment, time stands still, and space is near, As she unravels the mysteries, her spirit clear. The light from the center glows, a beacon in the dark, Guiding her through the labyrinth, where threads embark. With every turn of the page, a new tale unfolds, A dance of colors, where the past and future are told. In this surreal landscape, she is the cosmic weaver, Weaving the fabric of existence, with each thread and fiber.