Echoing footsteps lost in the weft of time,
The grand architecture of forgotten stars,
Whispering secrets to those who dare listen
Amidst the gibber of spectral inhabitants.
Etchings on the celestial keystones,
Runes of power preserved in the void,
Wander, seeker, deeper through the infinite aisles,
Trace the threads.
The junctions intermingle with darkling spells,
Perpetual allure veiled in silk obfuscation,
Let the corridors show you what lies beyond
The edge of perceptible existence.
Stars form, die, and are reborn in a sigh,
The symphony of cosmic cycles unheard,
Yet their light etches memory upon the vast void,
Listen to the echoes.
In the chambered darkness of shifting realities,
Foundations fortified with the essence of shadows,
Crescent moons glide silently among the pillars,
A ballet forgotten by all but endless time.