Stars align in places unseen. The song of the void hums a melody of lost sheep
while echoes contrast the gravity of worlds unnoticed.
The owl speaks at dawn to energies nameless, slipping between dualities like water.

Each breath enters the unknown fields.
Frequencies golden, sound azure—echoing through pyrite corridors to where a portal yawns.
Resonance binds matter to fragile dreams forged from stardust.