Amid the void where silence reigns, Stars whisper in tongues forgotten, Weaving destinies upon the loom of time, Threads of gold and shadow entwined.
In the depths of cosmic night, A solitary raven cries, Its echo, a haunting melody, Floating through the astral sea.
The ancients spoke of omens, Carved into celestial bodies, A prophecy written in starlight, Mysterious as fate itself.
Seek not the dawn of tomorrow, For the night is eternal here, Where the threads of fate unravel, In a tapestry of shadows and stars.
Whispered Secrets