In the depths beyond the shimmering veil, a symphony of unheard echoes danced among the stars. They were neither voices nor visions, but something in-between—woven threads of a tapestry unknown.
"Speak," they murmured, sinuous and seamless, as the void embraced their harmonies. Each tone a pulse, each silence a breath in the cosmic rhythm. Beneath this celestial chorus lay the path of dreams— secret gateways leading to realms of forgotten wonders.
And there stood Helena, a voyager amidst the ebbing songs. With every glance, she saw another world flicker in the haze, another dream unspooled from its shadowy cocoon. Yet in this dreamscape, it was her voice, crystalline and unwavering, that bound the stars in a fragile harmony.
She sang not for an audience, but as a testament to her journey—an odyssey traced upon the
parchment of night. The chorus answered her, weaving a bridge of tones across the celestial divide.
Through stardust and silence, she stepped into the boundless, a phantasmagoria of light and song.
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