Once amidst the veiled silence of the woven dark, there existed a song embedded in the very fibers of the night. The stars sang it, but only to those who knew how to listen.
The lullaby was ancient and profound, a sonic echo of things long past. Yet, entwined within these verses was a promise—a whisper urging those beneath the endless canopy to unroll the skein of predestined mystery.
But to know is not always to understand. Paths fork, messages unravel and rewrite themselves among the patched shadows—illuminated intermittently by flashes of insight.
And so the stars kept watch, twinkling in their cosmic armor, as dreamweavers and silence-breakers set forth through the great tapestry.
The night, thus rich and deep, sank softly into the fabric of destiny, where the tethers of time surrendered to the hum of a new narrative...