In the glacial depths of the cosmic abyss, they linger, mourning echoes of lost tides. The dejected spirits of Neptune, veiled in spectral phonons, intertwine above starlit graves. Through the darkened corridors of entropic rhyme, their anguished orbs weave a silence thicker than the void itself.
Quantum rivulets of sorrow cascade from celestial tears, trapped in shimmering loops. Once they danced upon vibrant waves, now anchored to the eternal stillness. Illuminated only by the ghostly remnants of distant quasars, their silent lament grips the cosmos with an unspeakable melancholy.