"Whispers in the void... a melody echoed, unheard by any save the ancients..."
"Static and darkness, the language of forgotten stars; their messages linger, shrouded in cosmic mist."
"A lone satellite, adrift in the celestial sea, caught my voice as it traversed the night..."
"Gathered the shreds of cosmic hymns, woven with silence and shadow..."
"Through the nebulae, an old tale whispered: a requiem for the cosmos..."
Far beyond, where the starlight wanes and the horizon of dark matter begins, lies a forgotten city of light. Its towers of obsidian reach for the skies, piercing the veil of the night. Within them, echoes of a universe once vibrant linger, ghostly and eternal.
Here, amid the ruins, the voices of the void call out, a symphony of scattered tones. Sleep well, my wayward traveler, for your dreams are written in the stars.