In the shrouded sphere between what is seen and what is unseen, a sorcerer's voice rises—
Riddled with fascination and hints of the cosmic, the scrolls of forgotten wisdom whisper.
"Oh, in the luminescence of unearthly bodies do we find solace and solitude entwined," spake the voiceless entities, echoing through the astral silence. Hearken to their call.
The midnight opaline sea rolls beneath the unseen tides, where silhouettes dance with spectral grace—
"Let not the veil hinder thee," they murmur, untouched by terrestrial bounds, lingering in a realm where time’s breath is but a gentle caress.
Immerse thyself in their timeless hymn, an invocation of the eternal stars.
"In the conglomeration of cosmic dust and lingering dreams, sorcerers weave their sibilant whims," a fragmented echo responds, fading into the fabric of infinity.