Stars, scattered like dreams unchanneled, carry whispers of introspection across the void. Each pinprick of light, a thoughtful mirror, reflects not what we see, but what we need to confront.
In the labyrinth of light and shadow, paradox blooms—a flower of truth in twilit realms. It speaks of union and separation, a cosmic dance of static fluidity.
Echoes of the Ethereal Vistas