Whispers of Cycles

The moon spoke softly, a luminous voice echoing through the void, weaving a tapestry upon the dark with threads of silver. The stars listened, their secret symphony resonating within the heart of the cosmos.

In the tapestry's weave, one can find the eternal dance of worlds not seen, a mirror of breaths taken in hidden realms. Each cycle, a return; each return, a rebirth of the silent whispers.

Let the cycles guide your sight beyond mere glimpses, where shadows of forgotten destinies linger, touching the edges of dreams with the fragile caress of cosmic love.