Beyond the spiraled edges of whispered dreams, where the nebulae spin threads of forgotten lore, lies the tapestry of time woven in starlight and silence. Do the celestial fragments sing in the void, echoing names none remember, uttering tales none have heard?
In celestial corridors of crystal twilight
I behold strands of silk, spun from the hearts of long-gone stars. A gentle touch echoes across the strands, whispering secrets held tight within invisible bounds.
Follow the trail, seekers of light:
Toward the Stars
Echoes of the Void
Footprints of stardust upon barren landscapes, shadows of comets tracing paths through timeworn skies. From a window in eternity, a voice breaks the silence: "Descend beneath the arc of wandering moons, for there lies truth entwined in silk."