In the quiet recesses of a world unmade, where whispers floated as light across the cosmic ocean, a wisp woke. "I cannot remember how long I have been here," it murmured, unanchored by time or gravity.
As it rose upon gossamer threads of laughter, the landscapes took form, ephemeral yet certain. Cradled in breeze, it wove tales of luminous shadows—a tapestry of sound without beginning or end.
Myriads of stars, each a silent witness, beheld its journey. "Another weightless heart," whispered a beacon, its voice lost among constellations arrayed like forgotten armies of light.
Follow the Mirage Lift the VeilWithin every echo, the mystery lay coiled, unseen, a serpent of enigma poised in unfurling grace. The wisp danced, not for answers, but within the boundless reverie of itself.
"Do I echo, too?" the stars pondered in their light-draped slumber, casting dreams anew across the silent ether, awaiting the next breath of unseen wonder.