In the uncharted realms where stellar dreams disintegrate into whispers, the void sings—a haunting melody woven from the tapestry of ancient silence. Cosmic dust settles upon forgotten tales, crafting a symphony of transient shadows untold by mortal ears.
Once, in this labyrinth of endless night, a voice echoes—a solitary murmur caressed by the astral winds, speaking of worlds that bloom and wither in the eternal dance of creation and oblivion. What secrets do you hold, O Celestial Abyss?
The cosmic fabric weaves itself anew, the stars as stitches, the void as loom. In every corner, echoes of eons past linger, adorned with the dust of galaxies—silent yet vivid, poignant yet ephemeral. In your heart, do you echo the void?