Under the indigo veil, the whispers of forgotten comets knit the celestial tapestry. Here, dreams trail like wisps of vapor, caught in the soft sighs of the universe. Once, in a distant thought, a melody spun from stardust and shadows, swaying like a willow in silent reverie.
The orbs dance in their invisible waltz, tracing arcs that defy slumbering time. Echoes of laughter, not of this world, cascade like silver rain upon solitude's shore. A labyrinth of sound, a kaleidoscope of sensation.
Flow, oh concordant flow, through the weavings of the dream, where every luminous thread is a secret untold, a harmony clashing yet in perfect discord. The river of memory runs deep, through voids unseen and realms untouched.