In the distance, where silence is a loud procession of denial, the nebula's breath whispers the secrets of twilight. Échos haunting rent the fabric of disdain traversing the universe's forgotten grave.
There are threads, silver and moth eaten, interwoven into the very fabric of this dream. Outside lies a celestial ballroom - allegories wrapped in starlight, scribing poems on the pallor of supernovae remnants.
Ξ عندما لا تنام العيون يبقى الضوضاء صمتا Eclipse of Voids
In a morose attendance to fate, where ink bleeds into the sepulcher sky, stories untold flicker in the gaseous embrace of dreams. Α pure vanity, creating constants out of variables — the symphony of grand disarray.
Yet, amidst the stellar storm lies a tremor: Διαρκές σεισμός de sentiments they can't seem to comprehend... monologues swallowed by the abyss of their own making. Stellar Symphony
Once, they touched the hem of infinity, written in blood against a papyrus of unknown foreboding. Thorns blooming into auroras, the eternal dance of shadows and ghosts in nocturnal operas.
Bound by the whim of nebulas, scripts unravel embodying the poetry of desolation. دوائر الزهور تضيء، تلمس أغنية مغادرة النجوم.
A slipstream escorts forgotten dreams — tapestry woven in quiet rebellion, cradling the starlit lament of unwritten tales.. The Sentential