Beneath celestial whispers, constellations breathe—a murmur of forgotten songs
Venom benevolent, the air hums with silent echoes, a lullaby for wandering souls
Stars align in distant choreography, each flicker a note in the symphonic void
Sounds sculpt shadows across light, an entangled tapestry woven by night
Listen closely, the galaxies sing, a cosmic hymn of destructive elegance