In the corridors between time, the cosmos sings softly,
a melody of stardust and ancient whispers.
What does the wind say when it touches the void's edge?
Does it carry secrets of forgotten gods,
or the echoes of a madman's dreams?
The messengers from beyond the lunar veil speak in riddles,
their language a dance of light and shadow.
Do you hear them? The soft caress of astral winds,
weaving tales of the universe's birth and death?
Listen closely, and you might hear a truth,
or perhaps just the laughter of a cosmic fool.