Once upon a soundless echo, the stars whispered. "To dream is to wander the realms of imagination, where the past, present, and future converge in a fluid dance."
"In each replay, a new truth unfolds," stated the ancient seer, gazing upon the shimmering abyss. "Listen closely, for the signals are faint but profound."
The cosmos traces the silhouette of your thoughts, capturing each fleeting moment in the amber of eternity. What dreams, they ask, linger beyond the horizon?
An astrobiological enigma: "When signals from the void reach our careworn ears, are they not echoes of our own hidden dreams?"
Ascend to New Realms
Fog of Forgotten Whispers