In the shadows of Galaxarcade Where whispers linger in cold steel, awaiting a cadence far gone. Echo of allegiance fades into blur.
Arrayed before the vacant throngs, they stand. Eternity etched softly on porcelain skin, its lasting testament lulled into fragments. Aspirations laced with vibrant secret parlance. Transcend the call of meteors.
The hinge of stars flicker, awaiting nothing but a heartbeat, protruding your unconsciousness. This secret brings forth clarity: It all combusts back into dust, forming raindrops in silent symphonies.
For witness to the whisper was an accord under perpetual dusk, where constellations wove themselves in arpeggios refined, painting vociferous tributes.