In a world where shadow banners wavered in the moonlit ether,
the echoes of unspun tales whispered among the star-etched trees.
A voice, neither here nor there, stitched together stars that had forgotten their constellations.
The tapestry of time unfurled, revealing fragments of
woven memories and astral currents—glimmers of
what could have been, stitched from shadows.
Enter the Nebula's Song
Whisper the Quantum Murmur
Sewing Stars' Silent Lament