The ancient galaxies weave through the synthetic ethers, calling in harmonious dissonance.
Fragments of moons and stars fallen into the web of whispers, secrets, and a dying sonata.
Through the ebony panes of this forgotten sanctum, sounds emerge, voices unheard until now.
The spectral choir sings of lost memories.
—Etched into the fabric of the aether, murmurs no man dares to recall.