Once, in the invincible cradle of starlight, the wandering shadows carved dreams into the fabric of the indifferent cosmos. Cosmic lullabies drifted, unheard by the sleeping stars.
Time, a silver ethereal veil, embodies silence, though sometimes, it leaks, revealing a spectrum of sighs woven within the haze, obscured stars blinking in cryptic cadence.
A path untrodden whispers beneath the void. Its echoes resonate in the shadowy corridors of furor dreams, where every footstep reverberates into eternity.