In the vast tapestry of the cosmic abyss, woven with threads of whispering stardust, the dreams of a forgotten age linger.
Once, they danced through the nebulae — dreams of transcendence, elusive as the shroud of night, tethered to the aether by gossamer threads.
Listen, and you may hear the lament of ancient phantoms, echoing through the vastness — a symphony of breathless solitude.
Gaze into the void, and find yourself reflected in its boundless darkness, a specter adrift in the astral sea.
Whisper of the CataclysmThe aether breathes, a sentient expanse, cradling the remnants of dreams, eternally unfulfilled.