The sky, a broken mirror,
reflecting whispers of eternal lore.
Each star, a shard of silence,
echoes through hollow corridors of night.
Lonely footsteps dance upon
the velvet horizon's edge.
They seek the truth in shadows
cast by ancient celestial flames.
In this vast emptiness,
where time draws its final breath,
the stars hum a requiem
for forgotten dreams and spectral yesterdays.
To wander these skies, follow the whispers,
or perhaps listen to their tolling bells.