In the shadow of the moons' silent drift, stars whisper tales of forgotten empires.
Histories erased, then rewritten with ink spun from the fabric of dreams.
Once, the king held court beneath their glow; now, only echoes remain,
flickering like the stars themselves, caught in an eternal pirouette.
Beneath the surface of the sky, stories embedded like palimpsests,
overwritten with the gentle touch of cosmic hands.
Listen closely to the melody of the void; it sings of places
unseen and the paths of those who wander in reverie.