In the vault above, where embers flicker in eternal slumber, the stardust sings.
The sky unfurls its velvet cloak, adorned with spectral whispers of ancients, whose lullabies echo through the void. Beneath the sheen of twilight, shadows speak in riddles, and the cosmic wind whistles a tune of forgotten realms.
Here lies the astral grave, where midnight's breath weaves stories of those who danced among the nebulas. The void hums a dirge, a requiem for the ephemeral.
Turn not your gaze away, for in the starlit abyss, the echoes of stardust's song cradle the fractured silence of eternity.