In the cosmic courtyard, where the stars weave their silent tales, a whisper of starlight drifts. It dances upon the horizon — the transient glow, echoing the forgotten luminescence of ancient skies.
Time, a mere doodle upon the margins of books lost to dust. Such was the history of the stars as scribed by cosmic hands upon parchment unseen.
The moon casts a phantasmal tide, drawing dreams towards the invisible shore. Each pulse a reminder of forgotten songs, sung by lovers of the night, embers flickering in the twilight.
Do you hear the chant of the aeons? The lullaby of luminescence fading softly into the unknown. Let it guide your steps through the dusky temple of memories.
Beyond every whisper lies a portal, an entrance to realms untouched. Stand before the door, gaze into its ephemeral glow. What do you see?