Journey through chamomile skies, where darkness steals echoes of solace. The cosmos weeps quietly in eternal annals, whispered by forgotten spectres. In every star, a truth burns desolate; a promise unmade, untouched by mortal light.
Ominous vestiges float beyond the abyss, thorns in the cradle of cosmic dreams, birthed of abyss' eye and hell's tether. Underneath forgotten constellations, wander blind the luminary lost.
Walk the iron path of tranquility, breathe deep the expanse of oblivion, where even the brave stars shrink. The ugliest truth reveals divisions where mortals meet, stitching together rifts with serpent skin and poet's tear.
As the twilight gathers shipless transit, serenity falters upon obelisk hearth. In the twilight mist, witness ephemeral dance— the galaxies’ lament for paths diverted.