Beneath the silver glimmer of eternity, where shadows kiss forgotten dreams, a voice hums a song of irretrievable moments, singing lullabies to the echoing void...
The forests of the night fold into themselves, whispering secrets to the winds, their leaves a symphony of untold stories. Can you hear the lullaby? Or were you never meant to?
Here, in this realm where silence speaks louder than any word, where the boundaries of now bend and break, lies the place where forgotten wishes are woven into the fabric of infinity.
There are voices here, ancient, speaking in tongues of dreams unshed. They weave a tapestry of tranquility, a soft descent into the nevermore. Is this your comfort? Is this where you belong?
And as you stand here, amidst the wisps of time and the folds of forgotten echoes, listen closely, for the void has a story to tell, a shivering tale of whispers and stars.