Underneath the gilded tapestry of cerulean dreams, a whisper emerged, coiling around the pulsating heart of creation itself.
"What lays beyond the fold of existence?" murmured the silver constellations, their crystalline voices a mirror to our soul.
In this symphony of stars and shadows, each step resonated like a note from an unheard symphony, echoing back in spirals. From the mitres of cosmic calyxes, petals like galaxies unfurled, sculpted by an unseen hand and winding along the cadence of eternity.
The truth dwells not in the horizon’s cut but in the myriad folds of experience. Allow thyself to traverse these echoes, and perhaps the cosmos shall unravel its secrets.