The Shape of Absence

In the whispering void, echoes of forgotten dreams linger, woven through the luminescent threads of a silent tapestry. Stars that never were, flicker in the corners of oblivion, casting shadows on the shape of unbeing.

Here, absence is a radiant cosmos, a dance of the unseen. It breathes with a pulse of distant memories, inviting the curious to ponder the boundless emptiness that once held everything. Touch it, and feel the warmth of what never came to pass.