Through the veil of tranquil ether, an ancient tune plays.
Songs long forgotten, sung by stars no longer twinkling.
Astral echoes ripple through time—a melody of the void.

Amidst the cosmic refrain, one hears:
“In the dance of celestial spheres, the truth whispers
flickering images, on broken screens, ancient and new.”

Leaves rustle with tales only the night knows.
Beneath the silver gaze of a fractured moon in the dusky sky.

Your astrolabe resonates with the secrets of forgotten epochs.