In the quiet metropolis of stars, each flicker is a thought whispered into the void. Imagine these luminescent beings, suspended in the cosmos' deepest brine.
Here, every secret has a glow—an ethereal light skipping gracefully across the dark astral tapestry. To ponder is to swim among them, to embrace their soft phosphorescence.
What is light, if not the reflection of our inner whispers? The question hums like an unseen creature, weaving through the sunken threads of oblivion.
Return to the surface and find solace in this gentle phosphor, a testament to truths yearning to be born beneath the shadowy waves.