Once upon a shade, the cosmos whispered,
Silent echoes rippling through starlit pavements.
Many moons in twilight's embrace.
Screen flickers, narrating ancient tales,
Nebulas bloom in monochrome ghostly hues,
A pulse in cosmic void, indefinite.
Between the starry sequences, an unknown melody,
Spirals of time unravel across the canvas of night,
As constellations sigh in silent reverb.
The end... or perhaps, just the beginning.