Beyond the veil of stellar dreams, the cosmos hums a melancholic tune, weaving tales of ancient souls adrift in eternal night. Each star, a frozen tear of the universe, whispers secrets in a voice that echoes across dimensions, formless yet profound.
In this vast domain, the light grows brittle and breaks into shards—piercing the dark with ghostly radiance. Shadows dance upon the starlit ether, and the forgotten winds carry the soft lament of a thousand worlds. Listen closely, and you may hear their names: Elanor, Lyriath, Vesperaya...
Through the interstellar sands, the cosmic wind whistles—a dirge sung by the fading light of dying stars. In this shadowed realm, reality wavers like a candle in a storm, and truth is but a flickering illusion.