From the fissures of the infinite, a cascade of whispers emerges,
gentle luminescence shedding secrets of the unspoken void.
“Our journey begins not with light, but the embrace of darkness.”
Step softly, tread lightly, upon the crystalline sands;
The horizon bends, and with it, reality unravels in threads of silver.
Like a bird in a cage made of stardust and shadows,
the silence sings of dreams that dissolve into mist.
“When the stars align, they do so in reverse.”
For every burst of lumina, a tale of solitude is born,
an echo wrapped in whispers, a sigh spun from twilight.
Wander beneath the canopy of dreams, Neon Echo, where phantoms dance in hues of forgotten rainbows.
Beyond the shadows lies a path, Lost Sonata, sung by the winds of time and the murmurs of the past.