In a forgotten shimmer of silver seas, where siren songs kiss the silicate sands, lies the door to Saturn. Those who dare traverse its threshold are drawn by the echoes of astral lullabies whispering amongst the rings.
Once upon a time, in this suspended serenity, the fabric of stars sang a tale of their own. A tale of Slumber, eternal and serene, where the Solstice lullabies cradled the universe in gentle arms. Beneath the velvety night, threads of light wove stories of ancient dreams awakening in galaxies small.
Among the celestial wanderers was Elysia, the star child, whose laughter glimmered like constellations. She rolled the spheres of midnight and laughed at gravity's folly, binding her companions in halos of luminescent tranquility.
As each new story unfurled, meteors danced like spoon-fed comets, tracing celestial etchings across the dome of returns. And in this woven cradle, their hearts knitted secrets—timeless myths that the void had yet to whisper.