In the waning glow of a sun yet unseen, the corridors of night guarded merely by a gauzy veil of starlight stretch endlessly. Here, whispered tales of long-forgotten joy linger, trapped within the tendrils of silken shadow. A spectral breeze carries memories wrapped in golden autumn leaves, weaving stories no tongue dares to recount.
"Seek not the light, for it dances too far ahead...”
Among the remnants of what once were palatial blooms, faint impressions of the celestial echo with a melodic mournfulness. Petals of sapphire scatter through the ether, cascading upon the weary traveler who roams these alabaster dreams. Between dreams and memories, the fabric of reality tugs, unraveling the fabric as day surrenders its grip once more.
"Illusions are but dreams untethered…”
The vault of twilight smolders with hues unseen, a constellation of thoughts fractured and scattered like embers in the wind. Beneath the amphitheater of boundless skies, every heartbeat resonates with the music of the spheres—a symphony sung by the void itself.