In the quiet hum of twilight, when the universe breathes its invisible sighs, a tune once known lingers in the folds of starlight. Each flicker—an imprint of time adrift. The songs of distant worlds beckon with soft luminescence.

Are dreams merely shadows of what is, or echoes of what could have been? As lights dim and the ocean of cosmic dust stretches endlessly, the heart listens for faint whispers from a forgotten past, carried on ethereal winds.