High above, the stars whispered tales of yonder realms where time coiled like a serpent around eternity's obelisk.
In dreams beholding veils of midnight blue, Aria journeyed amidst clouds woven from lucent shadows.
The constellations danced, weaving spans of ancient lore across the tablet of her sight.
Voices, subtle as gossamer, drifted through the ether, carrying secrets swaddled in moonlit nimbus.
"Seek the aurora, where dreams conjoin," a cosmos-wrought mantra sung within the zenith of comprehension.