In the cradle of stardust, the seed sleeps, lulled by the echoes of a cosmos spinning, where time folds upon itself, whispering tales of ancient skies painted with forgotten colors.
The seed knows the stories carved in dust, of planets inhaling fire, exhaling moons, a rhythm like a heartbeat echoing through valleys of fleeting moments, caressed by a breeze that carries the scent of what once was, and what dreams to be again.
When the dawn breaks, a new echo begins, and the seed unfolds, a mirror of yesterday, its roots tracing déjà vu in the soil, a tapestry woven of light and shadow, where every grain remembers the dance of time.
Join the journey through the spiral, where whispers of the past linger: Wisdom Echo Constellation Myth Labyrinth of Time