Amongst the broken columns of an ancient world, soft pulses of blue and green flicker like echoes stretching across empty halls. Fluid tendrils of light crawl along walls laced with the whispers of forgotten stars, illuminating the remnants of a life not quite extinguished. Footsteps (echoing, echoing) lead you deeper into shadows stitched with radiant veins of unknown origin.
Each flaring glow murmurs tales of a night sky lost, of nebulae that cradled life in bright pulsations. Tendrils sway with whispers; they entwine themselves around the heavy silence, reflecting luminescent fragments of an existence as ethereal as the dark between the stars.
Here, time is counted in the flicker of bioluminescence—a heartbeat of the very stones pulsing beneath your fingertips, humming songs of light in the stillness of the void.
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