Upon the midnight canvases, where whispers of the ancients converge, lies a realm where darkness breathes in cosmic rhythms. Here, the galaxies weave gossamer tales—tales once forgotten by the waking world and now murmured by the lips of oblivion.
"In the void of astral slumber, the stars weep pearls of wisdom unspoken. Grasp them, O wanderer, but beware the shadows that follow."
Amidst this celestial tapestry, the dreamer finds twisted pathways forged by the hands of time, leading to doorways shrouded in silence. To pass through is to dance with specters of twilight, to hear the hymns sung by the torn fragments of the world’s soul.
The dreams, like embers in a cosmic fire, flicker and fade—each a mirror reflecting the unfathomable depths of the universe's heart. And in each reflection, a truth, a lie, or perhaps a truth disguised as a lie. Unravel the lies or fan the embers.
As the final verse of the void’s melody fades into eternity, remember: the galaxies dream not in light but in shadows, and it is here, in their silent slumber, that the key to the infinite lies hidden.