In the shadow of spiraling galaxies, boundless and intricate, whisper the ancient echoes. Hierarchical and eternal, the cosmos charts its dark whispers onto the canvases of forgotten realms.
Amidst the celestial haze, figures cloaked in the night's veil weave hymns for the fractals— patterns of stars that bleed into the unknown, cycling eternities with dispassionate grace.
Wander this tapestry, delicate and primal, where time flows in reverse, and the clock is a relic of bygone aeons.
Beneath the surface, lie truths obscured by ebony roots, entangled in the lattice of infinite occurrences and weaving dark lace into the spiral arms.
Listen to the silence that echoes within, a fractal of the utmost secret, unraveling myths with each silent breath.