In the deep ether, where silence dissolves into symphony, the whispers of ancient tongues unravel time.
Stars pulse their incandescent hymn, a glow that murmurs beneath the tangled web of constellations.
Each echo, a droplet of eternity, every resonance, a tendril woven into the twilight's embrace.
Midnight's brush strokes paint the skies blue, an ethereal sea trembling with the voice of the stars.
Beneath their glow, the boundaries fade, reality whispers secrets in tongues as old as the cosmos itself.
Listen. For every spark, there's a story, a note in the unending serenade of the universe.