Once, voices floated from the desolate spans beyond the stars, curling like tendrils of dark smoke around ears that dared listen. Now, these echoes are but remnants—a glimmer, a shadow, a whisper frozen in time and space. Turn back or follow on.
The constellations dim, one by one, snuffed like candles in a vast cathedral. Each snuffing marks a memory lost, a truth obscured, leaving behind only traces of glitter and glow... haunting the night's cosmic silence.