Touch the stars
As specters fade into the eternal dusk, signals pulse from the forgotten ether.
One reads them as lamentations, the other, a promise of worlds unseen.
The morose horizon sighs, enveloped in whispers of the grand unknown. Who we are: echoes in the cathedral of the cosmos, fading faster than the blink of archaic lamps.
"Look upon the stars, hear their silent scream."
"The figures dance upon the edge, between light and shadow."
"A whisper in the dark, a promise in the void."
"Ether realms converge in a tapestry of forgotten dreams."
"The figures dance upon the edge, between light and shadow."
"A whisper in the dark, a promise in the void."
"Ether realms converge in a tapestry of forgotten dreams."