The stars blink as if in conspiracy, their luminescent whispers fogging the mind with echoes of memories not your own...
Do you remember the lullaby from the elder realms? It once hums softly between and beyond, those yet-to-be-born realities—each note a hint, a gaze, a quantum following through the folds of time.
Here you stand, within a thought's empire, creating castles from infinitesimal dust. Would you taste a world woven from dreams only shadow clocks can keep?