We've always walked, side by side with shadows. Histories woven into our skin, with memories anchored in the fabric of time. Listen closer, and feel the universe's hum beneath. It's there, in the silence, echoing...
"Stars are not born; they remember light from another lifetime," she said, stirring a forgotten realm of possibilities. The fabric stretched far, whispering against the breath of an unknowable wind.
A strijen of cosmic chords rang out, sending tremors into the very marrow of the earth. Ancient tongues spoke, unraveling secrets that were never meant to be known — yet, they spilled forth ineffably, like dusk hastening dawn.
It's easy to lose yourself in the resonance, but remember: these ancient whispers may possess truths you were not meant to hear. Keep an ear tuned to the celestial orchestra and let it unravel its mysteries at your pace.