In the ether of celestial tapestry, a nebula weaves its opalescent cocoon. Like a forgotten whisper floating through the galaxy's veins, the silence enfolds a story untold. A spectral limb caresses the fabric of astral dreams, lingering where form once soared.
Fingers, though ethereal, tap the immutable glass: touch is an abandoned memory. The pangs dance along the intangible lattice – a paradox woven symphony echoing through void and time. Can one remember feelings that have never belonged to flesh anew?
And yet there is warmth, where phantom skin meets the starlit sea, a serenade to transient existence, rhapsody of the unmapped heartbeat. Discover the flight, not in wings, but in the invisible streams of light.
Let go or be drawn, a nebula's tread tracing forever beneath a touch unseen. Delve into the mystic astral thread, await its pull. Listen | Chart Your Path