In the echo chamber of forgotten dreams, starlight weaves a tapestry of silence and shadow. Who are these ambassadors that carry the light of distant suns?
Whispers reflect like echoes in a sunken room—each reverberation a bead in the necklace of infinity.
Beneath the canopy of night, you tread softly on the shivers of time, where past and future intertwine like lovers lost in an eternal embrace.