In the fabric of the cosmos, between shadows and solitude
weave tales penned by forgotten stars,
stitched together from echoes of yesteryears.
Lanterns flicker at this crossroads,
beneath the skeletal trees of desperation;
weaving whispers, stitched from dusk.
A constellation of memories, fractured and forlorn,
awaits the tempest of dawn
and the embrace of the eternal night.