Beneath the azure waves, in the belly of the ocean's silence, lies a whisper. It travels, unhurried and eternal, through the spiral corridors of a lonely seashell.
There, in the heart of shell and water, songs of forgotten stars are whispered. Whistles of the cosmic wind, weaving narratives in the language of constellations and nebulas.
Lay your ear upon it, you’ll hear tales of the universe's breath, the rhythm of galaxies pirouetting in the dark. Listen closely, and the stars will speak your name.
Follow the stardust trails