Whispers from the edge of perception, decoding the ethereal murmur. Listen, for silence speaks.
Gravity wells of forgotten dreams pull at the seams, unfurling the cosmic tapestry thread by thread.
Do you feel the pull? Do you sense the unseen signal, a beacon adrift in tumultuous voids?
And here: a melody constructs itself from the echoes of yesterdays.
The abstract sway of the known unknown captures moments half-lived, half dreamed.
Beyond the horizon lies an illusion, a mirage in the deserts of time's decay.