Strange codes emanate from the ether: Alfred the Skyrider leans in astrally. His cloak worn by cosmic winds leaves trails. Doorways whisper wisdom—constellations chime. Sirius speaks but through the veil of slumber.
Mundane veil tears, unveiling the topaz currents of the void. Are dreams layered or simply liquid cosmic flow?
Passage to Whispers
🌟 Distortions in Crux—
signals forth: "Sky turn amber, seek the pale beam." Fragmented whispers dance across the chalky infinity slate.
🌌 Fantasmal stations hum hymns. Link them, connect or fear the disconnection.