Do you remember when the night sky sang? Pressing sweet nostalgia against your ear, fragments of starry songs reverberated, gently pulling away the curtain veiling them. In luminous constellations, ancient oracles whispered secrets to unrealized ages - a forgotten language drifting upon lunar tides.
The dark calls forth interludes - echoes of forgotten meteors that once pierced the silence, stories now submerged behind silence. Each glimmer on dusk, spectral voice rising and fallings - spinning webs in time thus untold anew.