Beyond the great celestial veil, where the silent stars flicker like distant memories, lies the domain of the Empty Lions. Their silhouettes stark against the cosmic dusk, a metaphor for grandeur that echoes in silence.
Once, these lions roamed the astral fields, their roars propelling the constellations into grandiose dances. Now, they are shadows, remnants of a cosmic majesty unfulfilled. Their story is whispered through the winds of space, carried in light-years and forgotten in time.
The cosmos holds many secrets. Among them, the Empty Lions symbolize the power that once was—a testament to the ephemeral nature of existence. What remains is the essence of their cry, a sound that no longer reverberates through the void but lingers as a gentle hum of the universe.
Understanding the cosmos entails more than charting stars; it involves listening to the whispers and interpreting the silence. The Empty Lions are a reminder of this, a cosmic riddle waiting to be unraveled by those who dare to interpret its silent roar.