The darkness swallows intent, a canvass for the unseen brush as stars bleed whispers etched beyond the cosmic canvas. Shadows sculpt remnants of the dusk drawn by fingers not seen nor known, stories weaved through silken night threads.
In this dream, half-remembered, footsteps dance across the void, imprinting tales untold in the grains of forgotten light. Do you hear the echoes of the unseen waltz, the sighing of the aurora as its ribbons unspool in the astral silence?
Wait. Listen. Beneath the surface, beneath the shimmer, a pulse, a rhythm, the heart of a world unseen vibrating in the soft lantern light of stardust.