The midnight sky unfurls its canvas, an echo of ancient whispers woven into the fabric of starlight. Each twinkle a memory, a story scrawled across the cosmos, yearning to be heard. The wind carries tales, half-formed and translucent, like shadows of a dream left behind in the light of dawn.
Beneath this celestial vault, we gather, heartbeats synced with the rhythm of distant worlds. We listen, not with ears, but with souls attuned to the symphony of the universe. Here, in the dark, our thought-images dance — echoes of the unheard, visions of the unfathomable.