In the obsidian tapestry woven by the hands of cosmic artisans,
lies a symphony devoid of sound—a melody sculpted by whispers
of forgotten twilight. Here, beneath
the eaves of eternal night, every twinkle bears a secret,
an ember of the universe's clandestine dreams.
Let the echoes of ancient constellations be thy guide,
their light a cryptic sonnet written in the language of
unfathomable distances. To the seeker, allith leys revealed,
the path is etched among the celestial dust,
a journey of ethereal reverie and starlit sighs.
Gaze into the silence, where the cosmos dances silently,
and from its embrace, the universe shall whisper to thee
the riddles of its twinkling heart, a perennial
tapestry of silken stardust and timeless wonder.