In the cavern's breath, a tale suspended, woven from threads of stars and shadow.
Once, beneath the ancient skies, a question lingered, unanswered still:
What songs do the echoes sing, when silence is their only tongue?
Faint notes drift like autumn leaves upon a forgotten breeze, echoes of a world unseen.
Here lies the unwritten prose, scattered across the cosmos, lost among the wandering orbs.
Do you hear them, the whispers of forgotten dreams? Or are they but shadows of your own?
Follow the echoes: