In the endless expanse where light dares not tread, echoes of a time long past reverberate through the ether. Here lies the looping song, the eternal whisper of the void.
Like a broken phantasmagoria, the whispers repeat, a fate entwined with destiny's cruel jest. The void, a canvas for the unpainted stories of ages forgotten.
Each repetition a reminder, each pause a moment stolen from oblivion. The melody of the abyss calls forth, a siren's hymn of despair and longing.