Once upon a time, among the whispers
of forgotten galaxies, a child heard:
"We are but tiny stories, written on
the pages of night."
The stars blinked softly, like sleepy eyes,
telling tales of dreams yet to be dreamt.
"Come play with us," they sang in silent
twinkles, "Where time unravels like a spool of
thread."
The temporal rift is a playground
for the brave, where laughter echoes
in colors unseen. Would you like
to dance with the stars?
Explore the gentle voids: Meandering Paths
or discover the Echoes of Silence.