In the twilight air where the ancient murmur speaks, Lies a truth so stark, it blinds the visionary. Felled not by celestial war, but by the cradle's falter. Here, beyond the stars, the ugliest beauty lies eons deep.
A realm where dreams once wandered free, Now tethered to gravity's cruel tender. In wisdom of stars lost to the night's pit. Reach beyond the grasp; touch the void's whisper.