Beneath the ashen skies, where shadows dance with forgotten echoes, I heard the song—melancholic, haunting—borne by the stellar winds from stars long extinguished.
It spoke of truths; old as time but disguised in cryptic murmurings, lost amidst the cosmic expanse.
Do I dare listen further?
The celestial hymns passed by, like whispers from spaces untouched by light.
Each note tinged with the memory of what once was and what might have been.
And there, entangled in their twines, lay the story of a universe quieted by its own resonant grief.