The whispers of the unseen wind twirl around your senses. They speak of places untouched, untamed by time. You walk through realms where colors dance in hues unknown to waking eyes.
Can you hear the tone of the forgotten night? It vibrates not in sound, but in the pulse of stars that flicker for dreamers, not for wanderers. In a longing sigh, the cosmos unveils its mysteries:
Beyond the curtain of whispering clouds, the truth lies suspended, waiting...
And the dreamer nods, knowing it is not about the destination but about the echoes that guide footfalls into the abyss.