In the time of forgotten echoes, cloaked veils bloomed as the universe sighed. With ephemeral hands, the dancers traced forbidden constellations against the backdrop of silence. And there, amidst the silence, lurked the funky photons — celestial orbs of rhythm, tumbling in unison upon the astral stage.
But what are these luminous waltzes, if not endearing whispers of a mournful serenade? Each photon, a soul-bound footstep in the vast, echoing hall of the cosmos, each line a cryptic tango — transcendent, elusive, eternal. Their fickle photons dance in harmonic disarray, unfurling stories of the zephyrs amongst the stardust.
Let them guide you, fellow seeker, as they have guided the moonlit marionettes since the dawn of time; a spectral symphony, woven riddles in light and shadow. Look deep, and perhaps, you may find your reflection among the gothic twirls of ether-bound phantoms.