In the cradle of dusk, where whispers of light play hide-and-seek with shadows, an echo remnants twinkle, whispering secrets into the velvet void.
Listen closely, they chant: "The stars once danced to a forgotten hymn..."
In the labyrinth of constellations, ancient lullabies weave through the ether, threads of silvery dreams, stitched by celestial hands.
The moons, guardians of the slumbering cosmos, weep the stories of stardust, draping the universe in shrouds of luminescent nostalgia.
Among these astral remains, the echo of your heartbeat resonates—connecting all forgotten souls scattered across the cosmic tapestry.