Across the barren skies, where whispers haunt the edges of darkened dreams, a solitary thought drifts like a dandelion, carried by the weight of yearning.
1. In this vacant hall of stars, the echoes of laughter are but fading shadows. And again, the moon grieves with borrowed light.
2. The clock ticks ever backward, forwards unknown. Time, an unfeeling lover. Comets, messengers of wild hopes.
3. Postcards from Thanatos, arriving late in the midnight void, scent of distant worlds lost to the echoes of gods forgotten.
4. Children of the cosmos, are you alone? Staring at the gaping void, waiting for the winds to transport your cries.
5. Dreams coalesce like nebulae, breathing life into the silence of the nights you once feared. Each breath, a story.
6. Time to gather remnants of light that once warmed our souls through the darkening adversity.
7. Find yourself within the darkness, where shadows create portraits of your essence. Each flicker an eternal goodbye.
8. Manifest your whispers in the absence of sound; bold visions drift beyond the reach.
Return to the light or succumb to Nostalgia.