In the dimly lit corridors of the mind, the echoes of a nameless breeze echoed through ancient tapestries woven with moonlight. A specter, pale and serene, roamed the embers of forgotten constellations.
A flickering lantern danced upon the edge of oblivion, illuminating the haunted echoes of a sky where no silence dare tread.
The wind carried hushed secrets, inked in the language of stars, murmured by forsaken deities who once wept at the dawn of time.