Iridescence lingers at the edge of night's whisper, fragments of ideas dancing nebulously within breath of void.

The alchemy of forgotten stars—remnants of ancient dreams—woven through the fabric of ephemeral time.

Can you remember, or is it forgotten like echoes in the chasm of thought?

A question asks itself: Where do shadows play?

Fractal memories, a labyrinth of light, do you listen to the silence?

Wander through wonders enshrined in cosmic dust.

Somewhere, nowhere, at the threshold of everything is the truth unwritten, like a sigh of stars.