The night whispered secrets to those who dared to listen. In the astral void lay voices of ancients forgotten, woven into the veil that separates the known from the enigma.
A constellation, once a guide, now murmurs in sibilants and shadows. Its silence, a melody; its stars, a symphony of the darkside.
"Do you behold Orion's lament?" A voice cracked, echoing through a silence of eons, as if the heavens themselves were recounting forgotten fables of luminescent ancestry.