Whispers of the Abyss
Somewhere between the tick of the clock and the whisper of the wind, there lies an unplayed symphony
composed by the universe's forgotten tears.
In the silence of the spiral galaxy, a child swings, pondering the secrets of stars...
The swing arcs not just in space, but through time itself,
touching upon the edges of realities dreamed only in sleep, yet never flown. Echoes ripple
through dimensions unseen, like faint signals on the intergalactic wind.