Tethered between worlds, the celestial whispers spoke in encrypted tongues, softly echoing in the quiet void.
Streams of fragmented memories drifted across the stars, each a lost piece of a forgotten odyssey.
She walked through the corridors of cosmic dawns and dusks, where every step stirred the dust of ancient comets.
☁️ It whispered her name amidst the silence, a melody composed of shimmering light and distant echoes.
Cryptic messages unravel in the folds of eternity:
Time doesn't mend; it only rearranges the scars.
And still the clocks tick backward in this astral sanctuary.