Echoes of light once woven in the tapestry of darkness. Each star a fading whisper in the cold expanse, waiting for a reawakening that never comes.
The constellation sleeps, yet visions dance amidst the silhouettes. Shadows spread like ripples upon a still lake, as worlds spin in hushed reverence, cradled in cosmic slumber.
To grasp the gravity of silence is to touch the essence of creation's still pulse. Old suns cradle new dreams in the devouring night.
Introducing the "Nihility Orb," a home for lost thoughts and fragmented memories. Encased in shadows, it collects the wisps of yesterdays and holds them captive.
What once burned brightly, now lays in dormant slumber, awaiting paths unexplored. Eyes dim and sea of stars turn to ash. Yet… even roses fold when met with the night, longing for daylight.