Chapters Unwritten

Beyond the void, a tapestry hummed, weaving the fragile threads of misremembered dreams. Somewhere amongst the glistening echoes of time, the stars whispered secrets to the wind.

An ancient being, cloaked in stardust, glided over a precipice of endless possibility. Tapping gently, it coded destinies in rhythmic bursts—a Morse language only understood by those who danced upon the cusp of shadows.

"Once," it murmured, though no sound came, "there was a telling in these symbols: a journey, breathlessly unwritten."\

The moon blinked a silent agreement, revealing a path less taken, adorned with the glow of forgotten echoes.