In the void where the stars once whispered their secrets, there lay fragments of unwritten tales, celestial footnotes to worlds imagined but never birthed. (1) An explorer of dreams, they say, cataloged these among the dust of stars.
Chapter fifteen of an unwritten eon unfolds, revealing silvery echoes of cosmic dialogues where black holes hum ancient melodies. (2) At the edge, where space-time crumples like parchment, truths stretch infinitely, held in the twilight of forgotten verses.
The scribe’s desk, submerged under nebulous thoughts, held parchment that bled light instead of ink. (3) With words absent, the narrative danced in mind, each letter a story, lost in ether and yet to be discovered by wandering minds.
Plunge deeper: whispering truths, echoes of the astral.