The Symphony Beneath the Abyss

A whisper flowing through the tapestry of stars, where mariners hold counsel with the midnights of their reveries. The harp made of constellations plucks unknown chords, resonant and profound in its silence.

In the cave of echoes, the wind finds voice, singing ballads to the forgotten shadows. Each note, a thread in the loom of fate, binding the ephemeral to the eternal in a sonorous embrace.