Beneath the obsidian canvas sprinkled with forgotten luminescence, there lies a gathering unrecorded, a congregation of the incorporeal and the celestial. It is here where the stars do whisper their ominous serenade, inviting the weary travelers caught in the snare of the void.
Amongst the constellations, a soiree of the starlings unfolds. Have you heard their melancholic hymns? They echo in the silence, threading through the fabric of night with a finesse that would leave even the moon awash in solemn admiration.
Wanderer, dare you step into this astral fiesta? Or remain as specter, as shadow, a mere participant of an unseen audience?
Links to obscure paths:
The Celestial Waltz
Overture to the Dark
The Lunar Lullaby