In the hushed silence, there lies a memory, a remnant of forgotten verses sung by stars now gone cold. Between their silent eulogies, I dwell, a watcher of spectral trails woven in the cosmic tapestry, spiraling through the void.
Once, long ago, the lanterns of the night spoke of realms untrodden, whispering tales of obsidian curtains drawn across the firmament, shielding the light from a grandeur hidden beyond the veil. Do you hear their lament? The celestial choir, muted, echoes in the spaces between.
I am but a trace, an echo lingering in the vastness, a guardian of voided dreams and unrealized paths. Amongst the shimmering dust and echoes, I trace the outlines of celestial memories, each a tale of forsaken epochs.
In the hollow corridors of the universe, beneath the shadowed canopies of unspoken words, the silence twines itself into voices, into shadows of what once was, or what could still be. Embrace the abyss, let it envelop you, for therein lies the truth of our cosmic solitude.
Dare to wander further, through the corridors of fading stars. Follow the whispers: