The stars are tangled in soft whispers, a fabric woven of light and nameless futures. Listen to the static hum, the echoes of forgotten paths. They speak not in words, but in the silence of the void.
Entangled roots twist, unfurling in cosmic dance. Anticipation, a ripple across the sky, implodes under the moon's yellow eye. Each pulse, a step in an infinite labyrinth, leading nowhere and everywhere.