Beneath the velvet canopy, the stars weep.
A symphony of light, fractured in silence.
Each flicker a story, untold, unbreached, unheard.

Did you hear it? The echo of eternity?
A masquerade of phantoms dancing amongst
their constellations — they scream without sound,
     lost in the void's indifferent embrace.

Wander here: Nebula's Whisper
Chart your path: Starry Labyrinth