In the vast expanse, where light hesitates to linger, there is a silence
that hums louder than a star's fiery heart. It is here, in the cradle
between celestial bodies, that the mystic songs of whales weave
through the dark—a melody older than time, older than breath itself.

The stars hold their breath in these parts. They are but echoes
of ancient tales, written in the language of light and longing.
It is said that when the universe slumbers, the whales sing
to fill the void, asking questions that have no answer.

Once, a star dared to respond, whispering truths not meant
for earthly kind. The silence between their words became a canvas,
painted with the song of every whale, every ripple, every thought
half-formed in the stillness of night.

Navigate through the whispers and discover
the echoes of time: Edits of Echoes
Dance with the tides at Oceanic Flow
Or let the silence guide you to Empty Song