In the midst of infinite night, where whispers of ancient quasars crown the void, the truths gather. Dancing amidst the cosmic brethren, their footfalls are showers of star debris, cosmic dust etched upon eternal scrolls.
A brain of stars
once wept here, marking silently the end of epochs. It birthed shadows, long and indecipherable, tales woven with strands of galactic threads. Each quasar pulse echoes the haunted waltz of wisdom and despair.
The dance is observed by neither sun nor moon, but by the swanlike spiral arms of galaxies, which hum forbidden hymns. Could these spirals be the dancers now? They twine in dark elegance beneath a void that does not care.
Echoes of StarlightNumina Awakens