The cosmic dust, a gentle veil upon the stage, quenches the light and beckons to dance.
In the realm of forgotten echoes, the figures waltz—a solemn choreography of silent words, their dark enigmas unraveling amidst the celestial enigma.
These dancers of shadow and starlight yield their secrets slowly, each step a whisper of truth, each rotation a sigh of ages past.
"In this nocturnal tapestry, stars waltz with shadows."
As the abyss watches, unseen, the void itself seems to join in—a grand waltz of the omnipotent.