"As the twilight faded into whispers, the Elders painted joy on invisible canvases," murmurs the wind amongst the galactic foliage.
The stars blink in unheard frequencies, a melody only the dreamt-understand. Laughter spills from iridescent beads, rolling down the chrome hills of another realm.
Awake ye to find the horizon has shifted. The sky writes its unfathomable symphony atop silent waters, reflecting truths neither shadow nor light can hold.
Seek Echoes of Reverie, where silence sings.
And ponder at Prelude to Dusk, where shadows dance without reason.