In the cosmic cradle, whispers weave through the nebulous haze,
encrypted echoes of a time unfurl, and stars glimmer with intent.
Beyond the veil, they speak in spectral tongues,
their secrets buried in constellations untamed.

"Moonlace draped shadows," murmurs the dawn,
as light spills softly over astral plains,
illuminating glyphs of forgotten lore,
mapping destinies in the glow of stardust.