The stars speak in silences, urging the unseen to walk under their spectral light.
An oboe's haunting note pierces the cosmic night, echoing through celestial valleys where dreams are born.
The wind bears tales of an eldritch fate; listen and you might become the tale.
Tongs of starlight forge your path, but steel bends only to the heart's wild longing.
Once, long ago, when colors were whispers, footsteps followed a symphony unheard.