In the land where whispers become echoes, the Mantles weave the stories of stars forgotten by dawn. Here, every shadow has a name, and each name hums the melodies of realms unseen.
Once, in the quiet spaces between the heartbeat of the cosmos, a traveler found a thread of starlight woven through a spider's web. Picking at the strand, stories spilled forth from the void, tales of forgotten mantles and their eternal dance.
The sun blinked once, then twice, before it closed its eye for slumber, leaving the moon to sip on the day's remnants. Beneath this twilight, the chronicles of the mantles whispered secrets to the wind.
A cloak of silent fog wrapped around the edges of reality, stitching together memories whispered in dreams. These dreams spoke of colors unseen, vibrations unheard, and echoes of laughter left behind in the sands of time.