In the catacombs of the universe, where stars scream in silence, the shadows cast by ancient light weave tales on the spiral canvas of eternal night. From the void, a symphony of spirals and shards: angular in resolve, yet soft in their cosmic dance—echoes from distant horizons. Whispered secrets unravel in the corridors of dark matter—murmurs of galaxies lost, wandering through the arcane and the unknown. Here, in the hushed recoil of celestial winds, the curves of the cosmos cradle the hearts of stars: fierce and tranquil. Once upon a time the universe spoke, and we listened—to the language of shadows that spoke of realms beyond sight, yet known through the ancient blood of dreaming moons. Constellations, once our guides, now obscure their astral eyes— witnessing a world that reshapes the dreams they spun in forgotten ages.