In the void where silence reigns, echoes of timeless thoughts splinter off into the darkness. Stars sigh tunes composed of shadow, twinkling glimpses of untold narratives beneath the surface of consciousness.
Long ago, in a forgotten universe, symphonies were sung not with sound but silence. Harmonics lingered long after thoughts slip from minds; they were specters waiting within the cosmos.
Can you hear it? The whispers of ancient rhythms permeate the ether. Pagans of thought, slow and deliberate. Each pulse, a vibration cascading through realms unblemished.
What do you see? Whispers of the Unseen or Breath of Stars? Each journey colors the undefined with shades of clarity.