So there I was, wandering the fragmented edges of conscious thought, chasing silhouettes that seemed familiar yet alien. Elnath, in all its cosmic whisperings, felt different today—or maybe it was I who had changed.
I paused, a fleeting moment suspended in the rich, velvety darkness, listening... perhaps too intently. Shadows spoke gently, reminders of things unspoken and unsaid. The air, thick with unseen memories, brushed against my skin like a long-forgotten touch.
As I walked, each step echoed in the quiet—an affirmation of presence in this dreamscape. Did the stars wink knowingly, or was that merely the flicker of a distant thought? I couldn't tell. All I knew was that Elnath's shadows held secrets I was destined to uncover.
And here, among the astral veils, the lines between waking and dreaming blur like watercolors spilling into one another. There's something beautiful about that uncertainty, about letting go and drifting on the winds of possibility.