Concert of Dreamlight

As morning broke softly over the wisp-filled forest, the ensemble began. Not with a flourish but a whisper. Reports from the edge of consciousness indicate a crescendo of shadows entwining spectrums of hues unseen. The melodies remain untranscribable by the quibblings of the time-bound.

Chronological archives leaked through temporal fissures suggest an engagement by entities of astral provenance, their echoes reverberating through the annals of sleeping civilizations. Broadcast within the silent screams of lost epochs, the concert whispered its truth to the attentive stones.

Witnesses claim authenticity in the diverse cadence of dreams interrupted. Was it a call to ancient elders or an omen of forgotten harmonies longing to be reborn?

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