In the shadow-draped corridors of the infinite, whispers weave through cosmic strands.
Cadences phantasmal, borne on the back of a forgotten comet,
stitching the fabric of galaxies with umbral threads.
The echo of your name rebounds through the ages,
unfurling across nebulous landscapes
as a caller seeks solace in the hymn of dying stars.
Nearby, a lonely astral ark sails the void,
carved of obsidian dreams and resounding silence,
its wake a hidden cadence forged in deep cosmic sighs.
Beyond the echoing expanse,
whispers of eternity glide unrestrained
inviting weary travelers to dance among the shadows.