In the void's eternal flicker lay the dreams maladroit ambulation amid velvet stars. Shadows weave tales in the night, cradling cosmic tremors enfolding the dying sun. Phantoms lost, writing on nebulae's breath, stretching dust into horizons ghastly and unexplored.
Raindrops of night, where do they gather? In the chasms long forgotten — echoing heartbeats of moons astray. Beneath the galactic tide, where silence sways, they form silent oaths inscribed in the skeletal remains of supernovae.