In the deep of night, where silence croaks, the ether sings its symphony, a lunatic's melody. Whispers of shadowed waltzes twine with the echoes of forgotten dreams, weaving a tapestry of sound unseen — a dance upon the astral sea.
Do you perceive the unseen maestro conducting in the void, with hands like smoke, guiding spectral strings that pulse with absence? The audience is but a figment, the seats mere hollows in the ground, where the tethered souls sway to the unseen cadence.
Listen closely, dear voyager, the notes are not notes at all, but the cries of time unraveling, the tears of stars extinguished in quasar lullabies. Should you dare to follow the sound, know that it leads only to the edge.