The stars whisper in forgotten tongues, as souls wander through nebulae of shadow.
Fragments of time
like stardust
spiral down
Planets align, realign, the dance infinite – lost in the cyclical embrace of light and void.
And the comets sing
their chaotic
lullabies
Cascading through the galaxies, whispers of forgotten epochs echo through the void.
Celestial ballet on a stage of endless night, choreographed by the unseen hand of fate.
Echoes of the Ancients