In the hollow of the cosmos, where silence morbidly dances, a star's final breath converges. Its essence weaves through the darkened vault, a lament so profound it reverberates beyond mortal comprehension.
From its heart, a fading ember spills secrets: We were born luminous, yet wander dim and lost through time's cruel corridors. Our song weakens, threads of stardust unraveling, and we dissolve into the inkpot of eternity.
As spectres in the firmament, we whisper tales of light—that echo in the chambers hidden and deep. The phantom's psalm, a dirge for wanderers in the void, a requiem for celestial souls.