In the depthless night, where shadows intertwine with frequencies of light, the dreams emerge... stitched from silent quasar songs echoing through the vastness, pulling fibers of reality into rhythmic spirals.
There was a moment, like scattered amber grains slipping through the hands of a forgotten god, where visions of cities floating among gaseous palaces flickered and blinked, whispering secrets only meant for starlit ears.
The travelers of luminous realms decoded the cosmic language painted upon celestial canvases, weaving meaning from the abstract constellations that blinked in meaningless patterns.