In the starlit vacuum of ponderous dreams, where echoes coil and time nebulously fractures, there resides the Keeper.
A three-headed silhouette, wrought in shadows and whispers, benevolently violets the fabric of lucid ease.
Amidst the singing foliage of mercurial trees, they speak echoes of forgotten verses.
The curtails of the cosmic fog weave beautifully around the slumbering realm.
The breath of stars traces ethereal pathways as creatures of myth quiver into form.
Two legs, three heads, and a single tail entwined to the rhythm of auroral hymns.
Listen, softly—do you hear the tales of hallways beneath dawn at five past furiosity?
A peculiar hum resonates from this iridescent circle, refracting light into dimensions beyond the mortal scope.
Here, where things lost rest folded, a suitor finds the ephemeral dance of kindled paths and a laughter that sonifies the void’s depth.