When the dust of time settles upon the unearthed truths, do the shadows of elder verses hold the gravity of long-lost orbits?
Amidst crystalline photons, where silence encodes the music of innumerable nights, the whispers in the void write novels of untold voyages.
A discarded map of dreams emerges, intertwined with fleeting strings of singular resonance. Predestined convergence amidst echoes—forgotten, yet inescapably eternal.