The sempiternal echoes of yesteryears danced upon the ancient walls of forgotten constellations. Shadows, cast by anonymous quintessence, play a somber game across the surface of our mundane cosmos.
Under the pall of night, when the mundane whispers secrets to the stars, there exists a rhythm—an unrecognizable hymn sung by the ones with eyes blind and heart full of stars.
Intricate weavings of cosmic grotesqueries bloom and wither under the indifferent gaze of time. The air is thick with promises unkept, much like the silent aspirations of celestial bodies immobile in their vast prison.
Venture Deeper