"Where am I in this stellar reverie?" whispers the dreamer, a solitary exile in this nebula-bound sanctuary. Her voice, once crystalline, now quivers amidst the spaceless vastness, as a fading shimmer across a forgotten mirror.
"Every echo narrows down through time, tracing back to the unwritten stars," she confides, weaving threads of silver laughter through these azure shadows, caught in the weaving motion of the cosmic tide.
The void murmurs, a droplet in the eternities. "Travelers traverse past the prismatic depths, yet to know no limit..." yet beneath those shrouded intonations, whispers a tether, an umbilical cord to this frequency of soul.