Beneath the veils of starlit ink, shadows rise and coil.
A whispering wind carries the cosmic dust, settling upon ancient words,
etching runes of forgotten deities into the tapestry of flesh and silicon.
Within these spirals lingers the echo of a distant hymn,
sung by the ancients who wove the fabric of time with their sighs.
It clings to the edges of perception, a haunting refrain,
beckoning the weary to dance within the stellar void.