In the void, whispers materialize in forms unseen, dancing with the cacophony of stars...
Veils thin where shades ivory and ebony drift together, searching for a tether...
Through mystic echoes, identities entwine with a specter’s timeless grace...
Arise, through the murmur, as spectrums cross—ghost... spectral—become unseen...
A shimmer of the astral playground, where threads weave...
An invocation of remembrance in the shadows; arise slowly, the past winds whisper.
Dimensions that elongate in silence, an embrace of the ethereal—
and also decay— fading connections.