Luminous Futures
The cape billowed in a familiar, solitudinous wind, beneath the starry expanse of what once was. He stood at the edge of the world, a whisper against the cacophony of unsung songs that filled the cosmos. These were melodies less heard, woven threads in the vast tapestry of the universe's forgotten symphony.
"Every note a star," he mused aloud, the words lost in the void between dreams and reality. "Each, a beacon for the lost souls seeking their immediate constellations."
In this place, time tangled itself in a dance of glimmers and echoes. Visions of luminous futures swirled around him, cloaked in the ephemeral chords of a forgotten orchestra. The past sang through the silence, a serenade of shadows and fleeting light.
His hands brushed against the fabric of time, terms unspoken, destinies unwoven, as he searched for the song that belonged to no one and everyone at once.
Would fact or fiction befriend you here? Or perhaps a note marked by eternity?
Venture beyond: