Murmur of Strings

When the nightingale whispers secrets to the soil, snares of silence unravel Jupiter's tapestry. A thread once silver, now woven with muted Mars' intonation, circles fate's orbit, ensnaring essence in ephemeral strands. One by one, footsteps upon the star's slumber unwrap nameless cycles in radial echoes—silent hymns, unremembered lamentations. To which song shall the heart adhere, if not the aether's murmurstring?