In the breath of forgotten millennia, where silence holds dominion over the cosmic abyss, the stars lay in a slumber so profound, they whisper secrets of dreams woven in spacetime's fabric. A tapestry of twinkling eyes, sleeping beneath the vast blanket of night.
Each star, a sentinel of ages past, holds tales of luminous meetings and silent departures, scrawled across the infinite expanse. Their light, a mere echo of what was, navigates the folds of time, reaching out to those who dare to listen.
Step lightly, for your presence stirs the echoes, awakening dormant constellations to unfurl their celestial stories. One must ponder whether to bind these tales to memory or let them drift as stardust in the forge of oblivion.