On the edge of eternal silence, where stardust sings its lullaby, we find the galaxies weaving dreams out of light and shadow.
"History forgets the whisper of celestial beings," a voice murmured, echoing through the corridors of the cosmos.
The nebula wove the tale of a lone star, radiant and fierce, dancing upon the fabric of the universe, orbiting the truth.
Beneath a blanket of twinkling secrets, the night unveils stories told by silver whispers.
Listen closely, and you may hear them too, dream spun secrets echoed through the cosmic night years.
Sparks of obsidian marveled at liquid luminescence, tracing the symphonies of wandering melody-lines.
Join the dance, amongst stars bewildered and mortals anonymous, forever tracing journeys unsung.