In the spirals of a forgotten cosmos, amidst interlacing arpeggios of celestial voices, danced the silent prophets of possibility. They gathered beneath veils made of starry nobility to converse within the whispers of otherworldly winds.
Once, when time still dared to dream, you gazed beyond the tapestry of reality—discovered love borne within the fractures of vacuum in which whole worlds descended. In that congregation, light was love, love was dim, and what was dim— a delight forgotten by sand and sea.
Come. Join the ether. Walk upon memories dulcet and divine. The horizon awaits with eager silence, beckoning you toward: Eternal Longing and Gilded Dawning.