Beneath the obsidian veil,
whispers of scattered luminescence dance,
pixels bleeding light into the void,
rendering silence into siren cries.
Voices meld in harmonic twilight,
a synthetic lullaby for tender galaxies,
reflections of forgotten constellations,
embrace the fragility of broken dawns.
Touch the shimmer, discover the fracture,
of time and space intertwined in a waltz,
woven by celestial artisans,
where each note is a fallen star.