Upon the cosmic tapestry, woven in hues lost to time, the flickering lights cast their gentle curse upon us. We wander in ephemeral dreams, beneath skies painted by unseen artist hands.
Listen closely, dear traveler, to the forgotten whisper of stardust that clings to the edges of night. Have you touched the void's skin, felt the tickle of eternity on your consciousness?
As the portal turns, it reveals fragments of unspoken sagas penned by the light itself, fables of galaxies adrift. Step lightly, for each shimmer beneath your feet could be a remnant of a stellar symphony.
Whispers of the Distant Shores