Ebon whispers cascade across the astral sea, weaving tapestries of ancient murmurs. The void sings in riddles, transmitting melodic signals through luminous facets.
Stars blink in sorrow, or perhaps joy, as celestial winds carry fragments of thoughts unformed. Do the currents of distant seas echo the breath of forgotten tides?
Beyond the grasp of terrestrial measure, the divining rod lies still, seeking resonance among stardust ghosts. Are you but a consonance in this cosmic symphony? The void yearns for symbiotic relations.