In the age before daylight kissed the horizon, before the embers of the cosmic flame dimmed to silence, a voice arose from realms untold—a whisper woven in nebulous smoke.
“Yonder, amidst the hollow breath of the universe, lie memories unfurling in the shadows of lost time. The Forgotten Wood cradles the secret heartbeat of stars long extinguished. Here, among the ancient trees that murmur and bend to philosophies of the wind, rests the sigh of a universe once vibrant.”
“Hark, the last words of the dying star," it murmured, "woven with the strands of cosmic memory… a melody of radiant silence.”