Whispers echo in the crevices of reality, ethereal songs woven by dreams.
Are they lullabies from the stars? Harmonies of the comets?
My heart beats to their rhythm, a drum guided by cosmic winds.
If I could tune my voice to their frequency, imagine the worlds I would paint.
Every hum, every vibration a brushstroke on the canvas of existence.
Saturn sings, and I must listen closer.
Beyond the veil, where melodies dance between moments, lie the orchestrations of the hidden.
Are they composed by time itself, or by beings lost in their harmonies?
Each note a key, unlocking doors to the unimaginable.