In the tranquil realm between worlds, where even silence trembles, the echo of the cosmos whispers.

Shadows cast by distant stars flicker restlessly, murmuring secrets untold, of worlds unseen by mortal eyes.

A soft chant emerges from the void, "Return, return, to the beginning of time, where the fold of existence thins."

In this place of mirrored reflections, perceive the silent shadow dance - echoes of what was and will be.