From the winds of forgotten nebulae sings the harmonium, a tapestry of stars weaving its voice through the ether. Reverse, oh melody, and let the shadows embrace your core.
In the cinders of September moons, there lies an elegy for the swallow, a song reversed within its cryptic cemetery. Listen closely, souls in tether — the stars' lament unfolds in darkened secrets.
A requiem cast adrift on the forgotten streams, where angels waltz with specters in a dance of twilight. Converging whispers, celestial rhapsody — your melody haunts the silenced horizon.
The harp strings of the void pluck at the echelons of time, unraveled in reverse. Blackened sky, trembling harmonies, the eternal convergence of the abyss yet untouched by dawn's forbidden light.
In somber clocks tick the demise of luster. The echoes of this celestial harmony fade into the sanctum of the abyss.