An eel of moonlight slithers across the azure expanse, intertwining with secret shadows that echo the unspoken. "Hear them," whispers the void, in a voice like velvet rain cascading over autumn leaves.
In the whispering wilderness, enchanted by the soul's reverberation, you seek the path where stars weave stories untold. You are bound not by sight, but by the tender caress of murmurs, guiding you through a dance of echoes and dreams.
Each symbol an embrace, a constellation longing for recognition. There, amidst the emptiness, lies a heart enchanted, whispering back to the stars in a silent serenade.