In the deep crevices of the cosmos, where shadows hold the rhythm of stars, resides the fossilized heartbeats of an ancient melody. A funk, locked away beneath layers of cosmic dust and time's tapestry, speaks a language of forgotten grooves.
Once, it leapt the canyons of the void on colossus legs, danced among the twinkling bodies, its echo a symphony played on the bones of planets. Now, this funk sings quietly in spectral whispers. Do you feel the tremors?
A nomad's note tied to stardust, "the music never ended," it reads, scribbled in color unknown yet familiar. Travelers of the stars, heed its lore and find the ancient dancefloor below.