In the hallows of infinity, amidst the somber flicker of astral embers,
the eternal waltz of the ethereal serpent curls and unwinds.
The cosmic wind whistles tales forgotten by even shadows.
Its breath dances across the void, etching parables upon the spine of silence.
And in this void, a temple of stardust lies, its gates
adorned with intricate lines, as whispers sing.