The phantom drifts, woven through the silver threads of the moon's embrace. It gathers dust from stars and weaves it into capes of endless wonder. Stellar silence whispers to it, secrets untold to the waking world.
Once, it reached for dawn, but found only the cold kiss of twilight upon its spectral cheek. Eternity is a canvas, painted in hues of longing and solitude.
Speak, oh wanderer, speak into the void. Let me hear your heartbeat in the echoes of time, a melody lost in the clasp of yesteryears.