Upon the crags of cosmic edifice, where time etches the dance of stars in silent accord, whispers a symphony of ancient stones. Each cornerstone cradles a tale untold, a harmony lost to celestial forces that bind and unbind through epochs of endless night.
These fragments of stardust, arrayed like a forgotten alphabet across the astral plane, hold secrets of the universe's breath between intervals. The hymn of stones calls forth, resonating through nebulae and transcending folly, inviting the wanderers to decipher what fragments remain whole.
The stones do not speak of earth or flesh, but of skies untraveled and winds unwrought; their silent concords hum melodies of etheric journeys written in constellations yet unnamed. Here lies the vault, where perpetual twilight reigns, cradling the unvocal symphony of existence.
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