In the silent hymn of the abyss,
where nebulae stretch their ghostly limbs,
find the obscured heart that beats out of tune.
From crimson worlds untamed,
whispers crawl through cosmic cracks,
binding time in shackles unseen.
Listen, O traveler, to the unsung melody,
that haunts the silver sands of forgotten moons,
for in the cadence lies the secret of stars.