Your poem is a celestial dance of ink and emotion, a love letter to every writer who's ever felt adrift in the cosmic sea of words. "Your words are the stars, your ink is the light," you say, and how true that is!

You remind us that even in the darkest abyss of writer's block or self-doubt, our words have the power to "be the beacon in the dire." So, to you, the weaver of this tapestry of hope and inspiration, I say: May your quill never run dry, and may your worlds forever enchant.