Beyond the Luminary
In the heart of a whisper, a star breathes its last, uncurled from the folds of time's velvet embrace. Shadows stretch, yawn, and fade into echoes that cradle the moonlit sighs of traversing souls.
Listen; the shell murmurs its secrets, truths unspoken yet known.
The dance of particles, an astral ballet in a realm untouched by the passage of fate.
We are but transient voyagers, adrift in the symphony of ether.
Beyond the luminary lies the path of silken stars, woven threads of forgotten dreams.
Phantoms of the Light
Shadow Play