Through the silence of endless cosmic night,
Muffled voices of ancient echoes implore.
Listen, and the stars will weave tales,
Of galaxies born, and celestial hearts shattered.
Continue the Symphony
Dance of the Dreams
Each echo has a name etched in light,
A name veiled in the mist of nebulous realms.
Speak the names into the abyss,
And watch as reality bends, whispers entwined.
Embrace the Void