In the beginning, there was a silence so profound that the void itself would listen and hold its breath. It stretched endlessly, cradling the stars in its dark, velvet hands, until a whisper sparked a fire—a hypernova's wake. In that moment, the cosmos began to sing.
The lullabies were haunting, eerie notes that floated through the ether like forgotten dreams. They spoke of ancient galaxies, their light bent to weave timeless tales across the tapestry of the night. Each star that hummed its melody wove a thread of silver, binding the cosmos in a symphony of echoes.
A melody that invited the wanderers, those with stardust in their veins and eyes wide with awe. They ventured on paths where celestial currents flowed, exploring realms untouched since the dawn of creation. Their journey was sung of by the nebulas, painted anew in vibrant hues of longing and joy.
The Etched Moons stand sentinel now, guardians over the ashes of forgotten stars. Their glow is a beacon, a stark reminder of the beauty born in destruction. To those who listen, the lullabies are a promise—a promise that the universe remembers, and in its memory, we are never truly lost.