In the heart of the astral garden, where the dew dances in delicate constellations, the ever-gentle murmur of starlit lullabies blankets forgotten eras. Each droplet, a whisper holds the memory of skies tinted with mourning light.
Once, on horizons not yet defined, the dreams of ancients sleepwalk amidst beams of a moon untouched by time. Their stories etch themselves into a melody, sung softly by the winds woven from cosmic thread.
Their words alight upon the eternal dawn, cascaded upon voyages ceaseless and profound. Here, the sea of stars whispers answers to the spaces beyond understanding, drawing paths of clarity in shadows.
Follow the echoes... ...into twilight tales