Beneath the hollow serenade of an eternity, where the verges of light and shadow caress the silhouette of nothingness, lies a playground of cosmic disarray. Here, the celestial beings weave their intricate tapestry—a chaotic dance of nebulous hues and fleeting whispers, echoing the very breath of creation.
In this ephemeral waltz, stars twinkle like forgotten dreams on the cusp of reality, while gravity's tender embrace spins galaxies into a harmonious dissonance. The universe, a grand maestro, conducts this profusion of existence with neither beginnings nor ends, where each pirouette of the astral bodies brings forth a new symphony of time entwined.
Step, dear wanderer, upon this cosmic stage and join the dance. For what is chaos but the seed of endless possibility, awaiting the stir of the brave to germinate into a wild flowering of the skies?
Silent Requiem