In the quiet corners of the cosmos, where echoes of forgotten memories linger, tales untold weave through the tapestry of time. An inkpot spills, not ink, but moments suspended in the enigmatic eons—waiting.
Do you remember, when the stars whispered secrets only the wind understood? There lies an empty tome, its pages yearning for the touch of dreams, craving the imprint of shadows long past.
Here lies the tome of unwritten fate, where your thoughts may inscribe the void:
Echo of the Silent Theory