Between the fragmentary veils of night and endless whispers, we etch our tales amidst the twinkling silence. Stars blink in rhythm with our heartbeats, speaking lullabies lost to the spectral winds.
Does your shadow trace the same path in our cosmic dance? Each step we take leaves echoes that the universe hums, a melody both joyous and sorrowful, as if to mourn and celebrate simultaneously.
As comet tails weave through the tapestry of the sky, they become threads in our divine chorus. The moon cradles our secrets, while the astral sea draws us closer in its infinite embrace.
In this place, where time sighs and stars bleed color into the void, my thoughts find sanctuary. Here, the lullabies of specters become the anthems of our ascension.