Whispers from a distant galaxy seep into the folds of night, layering truths upon truths until but a veil remains. These echoes linger in the twilight of forgotten stars, each luminescent speck a forgotten memory of a world unmade.
Beyond the spiral arms of the universe, where clocks dissolve into shadow, lies a dream not of Earth, where the words written upon solar winds are but enigma, forever unfolding, forever concealed.
Follow the Whisper The Cosmic Dance Nebula's Echo