Bursting from the cocoon of starlit dreams, the void unwraps itself, a tapestry thrumming with cosmic heartbeat. Shadows play tag with glowing phantoms, where every edge is a portal and every hue a whisper of forgotten songs.
Traced in the flickering light of a thousand distant suns, these fractals spiral like the wild dance of the universe. Does the universe sing or do we hum its melody? Here lies the cradle of galaxies, cradled in spectral embrace.
Enter the Spiral Labyrinth Voice of the Silent Echo