Lost Velvet

Beneath a tapestry of stardust, softer than whispers, lies the lost velvet — cosmic womb of forgotten hues. Echoes of ancient choruses murmur, singing gently through the interstellar weave.

Once a moth flew, golden and silent, its wings tracing the halo of moonwind. Between folds of space it slipped, searching for the embrace of her own celestial kind. What songs did her heart hum, swaying in the tender rhythm of astral dreams?

Here, galaxies spin tales of velvet yarns, dreams tied in spirals across the fabric of time. Stories untold unravel; the universe whispers softly in these hidden places.

• Vault of Lights
• Woven Echoes
• Constellation Whispers