In the vast silence of the uncharted nebula, echoes ripple through the fabric of existence, bending away from the familiar tune of the world we know. Here, sound holds its dominion, free from the constraints of timeline and reality. In these waters, an auditory embrace spins tales of what could be, threads of harmony weaving through the skies.
Beneath the ethereal gaze of nebulous specters, reflections dance across a surface not of glass but of dreamstuff. Each tremor in this plane births transient realms, seen and unseen, where whispers unfurl into visible arcs of shimmering possibilities. The air itself vibrates with the resonance of past wishes, granting sight to those who dare to listen.