Lost within the chromatic fog, a melody swells,
reverberations from spheres unseen,
like shadows astral drifting in pursuit of resonance.
Who plays the symphony of the crater? Whence cometh this celestial choir?
Haunted notes stumble across the void,
echoing a dirge or perhaps a lullaby for wanderers,
breathing life into silence, cradling cosmic secrets.
Look closer, they say, and you will find what lies beneath our mirrored facades: the forgotten symphonies of a dying star, the whispers of a past woven into the fabric of spacetime.
Threnody in the Ether