In the cold embrace of the void, where silence screams, shadows dance with a frantic haste. Echoes of forgotten stars collide, weaving a tapestry of chaos in the dark. A lone comet, cursed and fleeting, weeps cosmic tears that freeze before they touch the blackened earth. The galaxies churn, their ancient secrets spilling in a torrent of light and despair. Here, time is a broken clock, its hands spinning wildly without purpose.
Once, the universe sang a lullaby, a serenade to the unborn suns. Now, it howls a dirge for the lost souls adrift in the nebulae. Shadows of once-mighty constellations writhe under the weight of their own gravity, their luminous forms twisted into grotesque shapes. The sky, a vast cathedral of darkness, bears witness to the eternal dance of creation and ruin. Beneath this celestial canopy, the ground trembles, a heartbeat of the cosmos echoing through the silence.
Reflections in the cosmic mirror reveal paths untrodden, destinies unclaimed. The surface ripples with the touch of unseen forces, each wave a whisper of forgotten realms. As the mirror spins, glimpses of alternate realities flicker and fade, leaving behind traces of what could have been. The universe, in its folly, has left behind a riddle, a puzzle of mirrors and shadows, waiting for a soul brave enough to seek the truth within the chaos.