The silence of the universe cradles the mournful psalms of stars whose lights have long been vanquished. Spectral ribbons flicker in phantom hues, skimming over the barren petals of forgotten aeons.
Here, under the galactic canopy, secrets weave an intricate tapestry between dimensional seams. Threads of void twist and turn, whispering the language of a million star-crossed destinies spellt upon woven emptiness.
Eternal night does not sleep, it weaves tales in the tongues of forgotten dimensions; the reverie of falling ashes forming constellations unknown. Listen to the echoes of those who wander through constellations adrift.
A path of riven dreams etched into the celestial fabric, where ink bleeds through the ether, forming an untraceable map. Trace the path if you dare to follow.