In the vast cradle of the universe, where whispers find form in stardust and dreams weave within the cosmic threads, there lies a nebula, singing softly the ancients' songs, a melody punctuated by the silence of stars in their eternal slumber.
Beneath the twilight's embrace, the murmurs of forgotten constellations speak in a language unbroken by time, tracing paths through the soul, reminding one of the echoes of laughter caught in dying embers of a celestial hearth.