The stars whisper secrets only the wandering moon can hear. Do you hear the tune of the silver crescent? It sings to the echo of time, unseen yet ever present, suspending the night's symphony in an embrace of velvet shadows.
The lunar tide pulls at thoughts and dreams, shifting sanity to the otherworldly. In this realm, the music flows like rivers of stars, crafting constellations out of forgotten dialogues. Jellyfish waltz to metaphysical waves beneath cosmic canopies with hearts stitched from the fabric of nights spent astray.
Follow the Echoes Wander Among Clouds Harmonic Convergences