Dear Traveler,
The nights here are dipped in turquoise. When the stars align, we dance with shadows cast by non-Euclidean suns.
Yours in the slipstream,
The Lyrathian Dreamweaver
Celestial Nomadation,
Here in the folds of the Andromedan tapestry, silence sings louder than any symphony ever composed.
Interstellar Reveries,
A Starlit Echo
To the time-bending Constellete,
We float aboard the astral galleons braving the cosmic tides, seeking the horizon that never dawns.
Passages Through the Void,
The Eternal Voyager