Apeiron's Echo

In the infinite cradle, symbiotic whispers beseech the silent echoes. The universe unfolds its arms, a fractal embrace. Do you hear the lullabies of the stars?

Wander through the corridors of the mind, where time spills like ink on a forgotten page. Here, the dance of light and shadow waltzes eternally, a spectral ballet.

Follow the serpent's trail beneath the mirrored sky, where dreams dissolve into whispers and whispers into silent dreams. Etches of the cosmos trace forgotten paths back to the beginning.

Does the echo remember the song, or is it the song that remembers the echo? In the great tapestry of all things, every note plays its part in the silent symphony.