In the amber glow, they whisper tales of yesteryear. Shadows creeping along the edges of vision, where the light dares not tread. A moment, suspended in time, calls out from the silence.
The spine of the universe tingles, a gentle shudder of forgotten dreams. We dwell in the twilight, where many paths converge into one darkened stream, infested with curious ripples.
Threads woven into the fabric of reality unravel with each thought cast into the void. Distant echoes of laughter, like the chime of a once-treasured bell, resonate within these hallowed halls.
Do the stars remember who we are? Each twinkle holds a secret, a piece of a shattered memory that dances upon the edge of comprehension, waiting for the light of understanding.