In the ghostly shimmer of the etherspace, particles drift like enchanted dust, wrapping themselves in whispers of an uncaptured memory.
Faint murmurs translate the piquant essence of dreams to lost wanderers, echoing softly, the static's cradle rock.
As stardust tapestries embrace the cosmos, electric elixirs lap at the shores of consciousness ether, dazzling spectra glide through autumn's incandescent breath.
Should divine harmony veil vision, allow the note that breathes through nebulae, a tapestry of transparent reveries, to guide: