In the mirror's cradle, an ephemeral swirl of nebulae dances.
Each reflection, a fugitive starborne melody, calls the dreamer.
Constellations lie in ceaseless epiphany, in mirrored pauses of eternity.
Musings flow not as rivers, but as tendrils of the Milky Way,
carving arcs of memory across the void. A pool devoid of form, yet full:
where lies the brume of reality, and where the mirage of dreams?
Traverse your own astral voyage, through the ether's whispering recesses.
Encounter worlds birthed from silence, and adrift in the night's gentle ear.
The silence speaks.
The cosmos stretches.
Follow the journey beyond this plane, or
descend into fathoms unseen.