Between the cradle of lunar shadows, in the dominion of unyielding obscurity, lies the solitary Dust, spiraling in serenades unknown to worlds below. Its hushed orbit, a perpetual waltz in ghostly cadence, whispers to the astral winds, secrets of terrestrial epochs that crumble, dissolve, and fade into starlit memories. There the debris sigh, drifting adrift — solemn harmonies chorusing in cosmic interlude.

The celestial silt greets with spectral whispers, a lullaby to worlds boundless, caught within its ambient grasp. These whispers envelop the orbit, their melodies wound taut with timelessness, unraveling dreams spun from vibrant voids. Gone are ephemeral orbits of sundry and shine, enshrined here among the old echoing walls of silence.

An astral yearn cascades, borne out upon luminous grays, interwoven with threads of dim radiance. Veiled whispers seed paths through the annals of night, questing for truths left behind in starlit archives. In the vestiges' intricate dance, the eternal orbit's song weaves its tale; a chapter undiscovered, spectres of an unseen dawn enkindle the embers of dusk's serenade.

Wander now, wander not — the void keeps watch. The dust knows your steps; know them well, trace lightly, hear the orbits sing you a slumber that never ends beneath the crochet of sewn stars.