The last echo of a far-away dream:
Darkness pooled around a single needle, stitching night into day, creating patterns unrecognized.
Beneath the celestial loom, fragments whispered.
Turn the threadTread lightly
Woven whispers drift through a silent cosmos. Threads unspooling in stardust silence.
The last echo of a far-away dream:
Darkness pooled around a single needle, stitching night into day, creating patterns unrecognized.
Beneath the celestial loom, fragments whispered.
Turn the thread