Through the cosmic wind, a silent whistle carries whispers of endless yesterday—
fragments of time gathering dust, waiting for the touch of light.
Moments slip through fingers like stardust, leaving trails of forgotten dreams
breathing in, breathing out—all that was and all that might never be.
The void sings softly, a lullaby for a world too big, too silent, too real,
inviting you to explore the endless paths of the maze within.