In the unfathomed void, where silence breeds, a hymn is whispered—a chorus of shadows.
When the moon swallows the sun, the ritual awakens in crystalline azure hues. Lanterns made of void and starlight flicker, igniting the ground with echoes of forgotten eternities. Step lightly on the bridge of dreams; it murmurs of ancient sentiments, dissonant yet harmonious in its fractal soliloquy.
Entities gather, faceless and formless, in the spaces between moments. They chant in languages uncarved by tongue, where meaning is veiled in enigma. The melodies of void drape over the abyss like a tattered shroud, singing stories of what once was and what never shall be—the eternal embrace of the unsaid.