The river sang a song only the stars could understand, a serenade of forgotten words and ethereal echoes. With each ripple, the fabric of reality thinned, revealing glimpses of worlds strangely familiar yet foreign. A place where skies wore hues unseen by waking eyes and whispers danced on the edge of silence.
As footsteps touched the bank, the ground remembered past footfalls, tracing ancient paths through blossoming voids. Here, time folded in layers, each a memory unbound from the singular flow, drifting like leaves in a cosmic wind. A realm where the mundane intertwines with the celestial, crafting tapestries of lingering shadows and luminous night.
And in the distance, a figure clad in starlight beckoned, guiding the voyager through the unseen. Their presence a lighthouse in a sea of nebulous dreams, revealing the eternal journey enfolded within each heartbeat of the unknown.