In the whisper of the cosmic sea, a silver serpent twists among the stars, etching patterns in the astral sands. Time pauses to admire the intricate designs—patterns of dreams woven by a celestial loom. Whispering, dreaming, repeating.
Ether drips slowly, a mosaic of forgotten eons spilling across nebulous realms. The moon, a sleepy sentinel, casts light upon wandering thoughts. Echoes linger in the folds of space like memories of a fading song.
Behold the dance: Stars become stories, constellations converse in silent voices. An eternal ballet, each galaxy a note in the symphony of existence. Do you hear it, the rhythm of infinity?