Beneath the sprawling arch of the obsidian sky, where the stars breathe only in whispers, lives the shadow of eternity. It is here, in the hushed cradle of the cosmos, that the sunlit whispers weave their eternal song, suspended in the silence between the clatter of celestial bodies.
The moon, a pallid guardian, watches over the night as the wind carries secrets of long-forgotten realms. In these realms, the echoes of ancient voices linger, tracing the silhouette of worlds unseen and stories untold.
Listen closely, for the silence between stars speaks in tongues of twilight and shadow. Step lightly, as the ground is woven with threads of starlight, each step illuminating the dark tapestry with fleeting brilliance.