Beneath the veils of ethereal night, where stars murmur secrets to the yawning Universe, echoes the laughter of the unseen—a giggle strung with cosmic threads, weaving tapestries of joy and sorrow in tandem.
Have you heard the mists chant? The voices clad in night’s robes, calling forth the voiceless. Starry Veil, they whisper, Dark Symphonies, they chant; a dialog borne from silken shadows and filamented light.
Once, a Broadway of the Moon arose, and with it, the whimsical cadence that senturia awake from its timeless slumber. Such was the symphony of the forgotten that even the void paused in reverence. Did you hear it? The celestial tales spun by the loom of existence itself.