Voices like silk threads woven within the tapestry of dusk; elusive and twirling, they speak of forgotten galaxies. Each syllable sighs the song of saphires and silver dust; echoed from the hidden folds in the arm of the universe. Listen, to the whisper of an eternity:
A faint melody unfurls, like a soft touch upon the cheek of time. It vibrates away, past the mortared barriers of the tangible, tracing a dew-touched constellation that lingers fleetingly before unraveling into stardust dreams.
Ripple through cosmic tides, hear the lost song, carry breaths of nebulas stained in quiet blues. A silent symphony destined for the ears of horizons yet to arrive.
a glimmering dance of whirling eons, whispering fragments of signed infinity written nebulously across the cosmic scroll.