The sky unraveled its tapestry, thread by thread, revealing the hidden constellations of forgotten echoes. A symphony of stars weaved its way through the night, each note a droplet of light cascading into the boundless ocean of dark matter.
In the abyss, where time holds no dominion, the whispers of ancient spirits ignited with bioluminescent grace. They danced, they sang, they embraced the void with colors unseen by waking eyes.
A wandering soul, adrift upon the azure waves of eternity, sought refuge beneath the canopy of the moon's silver glow. It journeyed through the labyrinth of dreams, guided only by the flicker of distant embers.