Whispering winds carry the echoes of forgotten dreams, where stars themselves hum a symphony of colors unseen. In the depths where silence dances with shadows, we find the ocean of time—boundless and untamed, caressing the edges of reality.
Across the abysmal veil, one may traverse through portals unseen, seeking the essence of remembrance unfurling like petals of a cosmic rose. The Eclipse murmurs its secrets, shrouded in an enigmatic embrace.
Upon this eternal voyage, voices synthetic in harmony weave tales of the absent. O! The celestial choir sings on, in melodies both radiant and shadowed. Gaze upon the Crystal Tide, where time itself ripples in synchronized serenity.