When ep- epochs fade intinte into silken dr- dreams, the stars whisper timid echoes.
Trailing co-constellated footsteps, our whispered anthems linger in the velvet horizon- ethereal, distant.
The void cradles- no past nor future, just the shimmering now of infinite possibilities, where every grain is a universe, every pulse of stardust a memory yet to be forged.
Wandering thr-g through t-th-the unseen, our journey is a shadow ar-arc across the canvas of a forgotten sky.