Amidst the venerable silence, the orchestra of stars hums, a cadence mournful yet grand, echoing through cosmic abysses. In the nighthood of galaxies, a whisper is birthed - a resonance reverberating through the spectral veil.
The shadows stretch and contract, caressing the nebulous entities in a waltz too slow for mortal insight. Luna's presence in this celestial dance is one of stoic refrain; her light, a relic of ancient hymns sung in the dark's cradle.
No mortal tongue can unveil these arcane truths, yet often we catch the vague hints - like silhouettes of nocturnal aeons drifting over the broken spires of forgotten archways.
Listen closely, in those moments when the Earth forgets time, and discover the murmurings of celestial winds that shape the cosmos' fabric.