In the abandoned corridors of starry reaches, echoes of once-breathed life linger among the asteroids like memories of forgotten gods. Here, the void sings softly, a melancholic refrain that weaves through the tapestry of time, unraveling tales that shimmer in the dark.
Beneath the silent gaze of constellations, a rotation of cosmic decay unfolds—a dance of celestial ruins where every fragment tells a story. These tales don’t beg to be heard, yet they whisper to those daring enough to traverse the silent depths. Are they truth, these verses sung in the tongue of the stars, or mere fables spun by time's relentless hand?
Wandering the astral plains, one might find the remnants of a once-vibrant world, its bones scattered across the cosmos. Touch them, and the echoes of a thousand voices brush against your soul, recounting the rise and fall of empires that kissed the edge of eternity. Listen closely, for their secrets are buried deep within the folds of night, awaiting discovery by the brave or the foolish.