Whispers of sound not heard, tangled within the celestial waltz. The orbs, silent architects of space and song, spin beneath a symphony of stars. What do they murmur in their eternal dance?
The melody, once a hum throughout the cosmos, lay forgotten amidst stardust shadows. Echoes of harmony thrived within unseen spheres, their origins lost to the arcane currents of time. To hear it was to grasp the very essence of orbiting dreams.
Close your eyes and listen: there is a rhythm beneath reality, a cadence of light blinking upon void's edge. Can you hear the orbs whispering?
To wander is to understand less, to explore more—a circular truth that echoes in forgotten songs. The void whispers, do you dare to listen?
A tune that was, a tune that is, but never to be spoken above a murmur. Orb Symphony—the silent saga continues.