The Pulsing Heart of Eons

In the gentle cradle of starlit void, an echo whispers secrets long forsworn: tales unsung lie smeared across the tapestry of forgotten dawns, forever weaving, unweaving the symphony of ages with a mellifluous breath—a lullaby cradled in cosmos' sigh.

Here, at the zenith of serenities bound and unbound, the ancient core slumbers. Breathe, child of astral haze, and feel the empyrean embrace offer solace in the din, as it dances upon wandering echoes—a specter shimmering luminescent odes.