The heavens whispered secrets in a symphony long forgotten, a melody draped in twilight's embrace.
Stars, like distant candles flickering upon a forgotten sea, refracted their cryptic hymns.
Beneath this celestial dome, the earth had begun its reluctant descent into entropy. Once-vibrant walls of existence crumbled, revealing the tapestries of time's patient handiwork. Streets lined with the shadows of dreams, where echoes of laughter remained suspended in the amber of memory, faded slowly into quiet.
As constellations wept their luminescent tears, the sky unfurled stories of ancient radiance.
These tales, once vibrant in their youthful glow, now murmured in shades of nostalgic decay.
Here, among the ruins of forgotten realms, the symphony continued—invisible, unyielding, a crescendo without end. Notes danced upon the breath of the cosmic winds, a score unmarred by the passage of earthly time. The starlight sang of beginnings and endings, a timeless refrain echoing through the corridors of the universe.