The stars align, not with purpose, but with poetry in motion, spinning tales of forgotten light and shadowed time.
A hidden stream flows, carrying whispers that echo in the vacant spaces of our dreams, as the cosmic wind whistles its ethereal song.
Listen, and you shall hear the murmurs of time untold, the secrets of the universe woven in silken strands:
The echoes fade, yet they linger, a reminder of the unseen whispers, the silent songs that resonate beyond the edge of perception.
And so the universe whispers on, through hidden streams and echoes, forever casting its enchanting spell on the silent void.