In the shadows of stars, where silence murmurs, a tale unfolds.
The cosmic dance of ink upon galaxies,
each word a gravitational pulse,
bending time to its will.
Seek not the voice that calls,
for it speaks in riddles and ancient tongues.
Its echo is the whisper of forgotten dreams,
lost in the caverns of the void.
Twinkling Veils
Journeys Through Light
Embrace of the Continuum