Deep within the cosmic cradle, echoes of forgotten constellations hum their ancient lullabies.
There exists a tapestry woven of ethereal threads, unraveling the past in whispers only the stars know. Once, a time of dreams scattered like dust, elusive and fleeting as the breaths of slumbering galaxies.
Beneath the faded glow of nebulous memories, the lost songs of the universe linger. Stars flicker as if sharing secrets of yore, of worlds that danced upon the cusp of dawn.
“The moon spoke of paths untaken, of decisions carved in twilight. There, among the shadows, truths waited patiently.”
omni-murmursAn old prophecy written in the language of stardust foretold a solitude so profound, it would echo through a thousand lifetimes, a resonance felt but unseen. We seek these echoes in the labyrinths of our minds, where every thought is anchored to the celestial spheres.
Dreams of silence orbit around us, while celestial magpies collect memories, shimmering in their hidden nests. The horizon waits, timeless and vast, cradling our whispers in its gentle embrace.