Pandora's Skies
In the lattice of shattered constellations, a whisper doth echo; it carries aromas of unknown futures veiled in ebony silk. Beyond the garden of astronomic wonders, past the iron doors of the universe, lies Pandora’s sky.
The stars weep their forgotten tales, refracted through prisms of deep umbra, casting shadowy sparkles upon the threadbare tapestry of spacetime. Yet, these sparkles aren't mere scintillas; they are fragments of sorrow sung by entities beyond comprehension.
Have you heard the hearth’s lamentation, flickering beneath the pale noontide? It speaks in tongues older than dust, breathing life into the shadows dancing atop the walls woven with cosmic night.
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