Beneath the mourning stars, where shadows weave tales untold,
empty corridors stretch forth, echoed by the silent sighs
of stardust, whispering secrets of old in the hushed
lingering mists.
An ancient melody, woven from cosmic threads,
lingers; each note a fading ember, an echo in
desolate chambers, where the past and future
dance in a macabre waltz.
Embrace the whispers, the sighs of forgotten
constellations, and heed the call of
the void—the endless expanse cradled in twilight
and dreams.