The Abyss Stirs
In the cradle of every supernova, lies the silent hymn, a forsaken tune that orchestrates the birth of starlight.
Nocturnal whispers speak in hues of violet and ember, unraveling the tangled dreams of matter.
We are but echoes, tracing the forgotten footsteps of celestial wanderers.
Beyond the grasp of time, in realms untamed, the universe sketches tales upon the cosmic canvas.
Each grain of stardust, a memory woven into the fabric of eternity, dances—
The symphony persists, where chaos becomes the silent conductor of harmony's ephemeral dance.
Listen to the void, it hums a tune only the brave dare claim to know.