In the quiet halls of the cosmos, where stars fade into whispered silence, remnants of forgotten dreams linger, echoing through the astral tapestry. These dreams, woven from stardust and shadow, tell tales of shadows cast long before time itself began to weave its intricate dance.
They speak of mortals wandering through fields of nebulae, their footsteps silent on the crumbling pathways of sky. Each step stirs the ether, causing fragments of dreams to scatter like autumn leaves across the void.
Above, a lone comet traces a luminous arc—a fleeting moment in an eternal night. Below, echoes of laughter resonate within ancient constellations, each constellation a memory, a story half-told, awaiting the touch of a waking mind to melt the veils of celestial sleep.