Within the hollows of cerulean stars, the phantom melodies rise, softly flickering like the glimmer of a forgotten dream. They dance upon the edge of silence, a testament to existence both tangible and elusive, beckoning to those who dare to listen.

The songs of the nebulae sing a lullaby of intermission, where cosmic dramas unfold in the galactic wind. Each note is a thread woven into the vast tapestry of space and time, holding secrets written in the language of light.