In the cradle of stars untold, where echoes fold into themselves, the astral lullabies hum a cryptic tune. Listen closely, for it breathes life into the silence of eternity.
Upon these interstices of existence, threads of cosmic fate weave tapestry that only the dream-weavers see made of stardust and memories fading gently.
Beneath the shifting sands of an unnamed comet, an ancient resonance tinkles—a melody untouched by aeons. You hear it resonate with each pulse of your consciousness.