In the hinterlands of the nebulous expanse where the tapestry of stars weaves its eternal dance, lies a chasm—a void unacknowledged by the universe's quiet heartbeat. This is the realm of the echo, not of sound, but of essence, whispering through the strands of time and tethered thought. Here, silence speaks, and the cosmos holds its breath in reverence.
Do you feel the phantom pulse, a rhythm unseen yet ever-present? It is the void’s echo, a resonance of what once was and what could never be, a cacophony of dreams lost to the stars yet woven into the very fabric of the infinite. In this desolate beauty, where the light dares not tread, the echo calls forth the cosmic memory, an alien yet familiar lament, as ancient as time itself.
Beneath the luminous shadows, where dusk and dawn converge, lies the mystery unsolved. The spheres collide and dance in a spiraled embrace, crafting arcs of starlight that sing a silent symphony. In the heart of this cosmic riddle, a name is inscribed—a name known yet forgotten: The Echo.
Oracle's Whisper