Invisible ink upon a forgotten parchment,
The universe murmurs, not in words,
but in vibrations that tug the fabric of night.
Beyond tangible sight, stitched from whispers,
Orbiting desires hidden in quantum shadows.
Here lie the apparatus of constellations,
Scattered sigils of untold devotions.
Victorian echoes shudder among the ether,
Their breaths steeped in moonlit obsidian.
The heart of Sirius beats softly, shadows breathe.
To the unsuspecting wanderer, paths are littered,
with spectral trails signaling forgotten sorrows.
Gaze into the spectrum of twilight,
And witness fractured truths nestled in astral webs.
The Nebula Noir Awaits
Where the Obstoklar Roam