Whispers of the wind carry tales of timelessness, woven with threads of forgotten stars.
Echoes of a lost frequency pulse through the silence: "Seek not the answer, for the question is the journey itself."
In the deep, where shadows linger, a voice murmurs, "The past and future are but reflections in a river of dreams."
Listen to the melody of the cosmos; it speaks in a language older than time, yet familiar as a loved one's embrace.
Beneath the surface, amidst the currents, lies the truth: a hidden realm where light and shadow dance.