In the dim-lit gallery of existence, where the bent echoes of destiny twist and wane,
there is a murmuration of shadows, eternally dancing on the periphery of fate’s grand tapestry.
Each step, a note in the forlorn symphony of worlds unseen,
composing verses in the silence of a thousand unspoken dreams.
Here, in the interstice of time’s embrace, we find the soliloquy of eclipses,
their luminescence a mere whisper against the crescendo of oblivion.
Venture forth, Serenade of Silence, and witness the astral waltz,
or retreat into the shadows Shroud of Mysteries,
where the spirals of fate hold their cosmic council.