The lighthouse flickered with the glow of ten million ancient stars, guiding wanderers across an ocean that never was, leading them not home but to places they had never sought—beyond time, beneath whispers.
A flight of stairs spiraled into the ether, each step a syllable in a language unknown. Clouds they knew at dawn danced in hues of emerald and jade, swirling in patterns that echoed cosmic tales.
In the garden where skies meet the earth, flowers bloom in forgotten dreams, casting shadows on groundless foundations. Paths carved by footsteps of unseen travelers beckon with echoes of long-lost melodies.
Beside a rock that sleeps forever under a sky of whispering dreams, scattered grains of stardust blink in and out of being, like memories of a life that was and aspirations of lives that never will be.