In the deafening carnival of chaos, I stand amidst the eons of wrath, the chorus of celestial uproar singing an age-old serenade known only to the forsaken. Here, even madness kneels, understanding its transient reign over the stars' antecedent roar.
Have you listened? They say silences speak louder than echoes, yet I find solace in the storm's embrace – a symphony of reckless abandon, where each surge of energy beams brightly, then wanes, only to birth anew in cycles lost to the mundane ticks of time.
The lunatic's refrain: a hymn scattered by tempest's fury. Beneath the ethereal cacophony rests a truth, soft yet perpetual – an adherence to the forgotten embers amidst galaxies untamed. Treasures wrapped in shadows and whispering winds.
Voyage Unseen | Nebula's Lament