In the cosmos' breathless whisper, where shadows entwine, lies a tale:
The silence between the stars speaks of things forgotten, of echoes of old worlds.
In the embrace of the void, stardust dreams unfold.
Lonely comets carve their names in the dark tapestry, crafting messages for the soul adrift.
In the gothic corridors of the celestial realm, the silence sings hymns:
Of places untouched by the dawn, where moonlit shadows whisper secrets untold.
In the endless corridors of space, amidst the grandeur of untouched void, the interstellar message lingers:
A requiem for stars that have witnessed the birth of time, awaiting the gentle embrace of the black hole's symphony.