Beneath the cosmic void, where stars glimmer like dying embers,
tales are woven in the silence between breaths of ancient clouds.
A realm where time bends, unraveling threads of forgotten words.
Whispers drift through inspected journals, permeating the dimension of dust. Echoes refract from celestial hieroglyphs etched across eons.
Listen, oh traveler, to the cosmic where-speak meeting winged shadows, paradox entranced under the gaze of fabled constellations whispered out.