In the shivering dusk of the parallel expanse, where stars murmured forgotten verses, a solitary voyager floated. Her name was Lyra, a name whispered through cosmic winds, spoken in breaths of nebulae tangentially tracing their fate across ether's tapestry.
The lullabies began as gentle ripples through time's fabric, pieces of ancient songs woven into the light and shadow playing on the borders of infinity. Lyra listened, her heart syncing with the static, imperceptible hum of dimensional lullabies that serenaded the quanta of being and non-being.
She drifted into spans no map ever charted. Each moment, a drop in the ocean of branching realities, claimed its space in eternity's ledger. Days became translucent, leaving trails of phosphorescent dust that stung her eyes with a celestial elixir of dreams unfulfilled.
Fading Stars - They spoke to her, distant glittering orbs, of tales spun in the weft of their ancient glow.
"What song shall be sung when worlds ache for silence?" Lyra pondered, casting her thoughts into the spiraling cosmos echoing her inquiry back in stardust silence. Here, in this liminal space, each query resonated with the primordial pulse that anchored her transient essence.