In the caverns of forgotten echoes, time flows like a stream of molten stars. Voices of the ancients whisper through the mist, weaving tales of a cosmos unbound by the shackles of reason.
Here lies the cradle of existence, where the first shadows danced upon the light. A tapestry of celestial dreams unfolds, revealing the primordial language of the universe.
Within each breath of the void, a seed of knowledge germinates, sprouting leaves of emerald light. The roots intertwine with the fabric of reality, binding the seen and unseen in a symphony of silence.