In the unfathomable ocean where silence sings the stars, lay a secret: a melody composed not of notes, but scattered stardust.
The cosmic veil, a delicate lace woven by destiny’s hands, breathes softly into the aching void.
Listen, for even the ancients dare not murmur, but the winds do tell: a lullaby of eclipsed dreams and forgotten realms.
In twilight’s embrace, the harmony seeks its echo, a phantom yearning to converge, to dissolve in the ether’s shimmering cradle.