In a realm far beyond the edges of perception, where the fabric of stars listens silently, there exists a story untold. It is narrated by the silence between stars, woven into the interstellar breath, a melodic unknown hum. A song without a voice but loud enough to drown the chaos of the realms known to man.
Close your eyes, where the silence speaks of soft glimmers. Amidst the cosmic vault, unseen winds stroke the vision of eternity, invisible like the faery’s touch upon dreamt echoes. Stars wink in myriad languages, kissing the void with stories of light long past.
Once, a drop of this lore fell upon a wandering star-ship. Its travelers were oblivious, wrapped within their whispered fragments of earthly fathoms. Yet, the hull sang back in tempered time, a refrain harnessed by the unsung plane: circles of night dust, tuneful, unseen vapors of stories made tangible.
Back on the ship, a mind drifts—the only one awake in the cradle of nebulous skeins. Check your fate at the door, enter with dreams unguarded. The walls creak in understanding, an accordion of echoes barely tethered to material sentience. tune elsewhere.
Yet the core rustles—a forgotten key stirs through parable ground, messenger unseen shows direction unto Darkness. Follow paths unlit; tread the sky; see the cosmodome respond.
The ship sails on, driven by winds of invisibility, through nebulous oceans of stardust and silent whispers. Its journey is sculpted one breath at a time, as the unseen faery dances on the helm, guiding, unseen, but deeply felt.