In the breath of the interstellar void, where constellations whisper in forgotten tongues,
and the light of ancient stars caresses the edges of time.
Here, the lingering traces of cosmic dance, hallowed remnants of celestial waltzes.
The fabric of your dreams threads through the astral sea,
as memories of the universe softly unfold: a tale of open tomes and fleeting moments.
Each starlit memory a note in the symphony of night.
The constellations charted in whispers, only half-seen, only half-known.
The universe hums its quiet requiem, resonant in the void.
A melody of stars, a rhythm of worlds lost to the void.
And in this embrace of silence, they linger, and still, they sing.
To journey there, to where the stars breathe their final sigh,
is to dance upon the edge of eternity, to flow with the timeless tide.