The luminescent circle spins silently, echoing ancient rites. Shadows align with the compass of time, tracing an arc in dreams of dawn. Their progeny sparks across the void, awaiting rebirth beyond cosmic curtains.
Whispers among stars weave tapestries of fate, as fragments of forgotten tongues resound within hollow spheres. Eons spiral, phrases turn; legacies lost in the drifting ether. Yet, an unbroken song persists.