In the deep folds of time, where the cacophony of unsung songs echoes through the corridors of the unseen, we find ourselves peering into realms woven by stardust and whispered secrets. The celestial map, not drawn but dreamed, unfolds beneath our gaze.
From the ashes of forgotten futures, rise the spectral symphonies. They crash against the shores of consciousness, drumming on the celestial membrane. Each note, a brushstroke on the cosmic canvas, becomes a harbinger of possibilities.
Dance with the ghosts of trajectories, where every step unfolds dimensions unseen, paths unraveled, and whispers untold. The ancient ones nod, their eyes twinkling with knowledge veiled in mist and moonbeams.