Beneath the spiral bows of the infinite Tesseract, whispers align along the axis of forgotten constellations. Here, where time is but a gentle seraph's pause, dreamscapes intertwine in a celestial embrace.
Stars sing songs music of ancient wisdom, refracting tales through the prism of existence. Reality refracts, folds upon itself, sketches of lost dimensions flutter in the twilight breeze.
Contemplate the echoes of time, where every ripple in the cosmic pond births a universe unto itself.
The sky holds secrets, visions bound in ethereal light, waiting for the seers of dawn, for those who walk the fractal path of the dreamweaver.