Within the nebulous veil, where light bends into colors unspoken, a silent scream traverses space. It skirted the edges of a dying sun, refracting across untold galaxies, yearning for a witness.
On the planet below, in a forgotten village orbiting a forgotten star, lives a girl named Lira. Her eyes reflect the cosmos, yet her heart beats with an echo unheard by any but the stars themselves.
Each night, Lira stands at the precipice of the void, listening to the whispers of the darkness, the songs that weave through the fabric of night.
"Where do you go?" she calls, voice trembling like the delicate shatter of crystal upon stone. "I follow the stars," she whispers, "will you follow me?"
But the stars cannot heed her, lost in their ancient dance, their eternal light unable to pierce the silence that enfolds them like a shroud. Yet, in their yearning, they weave a tapestry of colors unheard, a melody of light that sings through the fabric of time.
As dawn approaches, Lira watches the sky bleed anew, colors spilling like memories forgotten, as she wraps the darkness around her like a cloak.
"I am a part of you," she murmurs, "and you will remember me."
In the endless expanse, her voice, a quiet murmur, becomes a thread in the loom of the universe, forever spinning, forever binding.
Whispering Void Echoes of the Stars Return of the Silent Scream