In the silence of the cosmos, voices of old weave tapestries of light.
Stars hum forgotten lullabies, their melodies lost among the nebulas, seeking only those who would listen beneath the twilight's embrace.
Beyond the veil of night, a forgotten priestess wept, her tears for the echoes of constellations that once danced in the skies, their stories etched in glimmering silence.
The moon, a pale guardian, cradles these whispers, urging dreamers to heed the wishes of celestial wanderers.