In the void, where echoes dance upon the fringes of eternity, the galaxies murmur secrets of old. Their voices, like the soft tolling of distant bells, resonate through the hollow cosmos, weaving stories of loss and longing.
Beneath the shroud of starless nights, the vestiges of celestial harmonies linger, cloaked in darkness and draped in shadows. Time here is but a whisper, a fleeting sigh upon the edges of silence.
Listen closely, and you may hear the forlorn hymn of an abyssal galaxy, its chorus a hymn of stars extinguished. Each note a lament for beauty unremembered, fading into the void's embrace.
Venture deeper into the darkened firmament and witness the spectral waltz of galaxies adrift. Amid the celestial debris, shadows dance in the light of unseen suns, their movements a melancholic ballet.