The Crater Abyss Wanderer's Ghost

The ghost of the ancient wanderer drifts silently through the yawning chasm of the crater. Fingers whisper on the invisible strings of fate, weaving tapestries of stars in the ink-black vault of night. Constellations blink with ominous knowing, mapping footsteps leading nowhere in dreams . . . "What sings beneath the surface?" inquires the echo of a shadow lost in the nebulae's sigh. Silent are the answers, tangled in the hollowed ground’s soul.