In the ethereal tapestry of cosmic murmurs, the oculus beholds unseen mysteries. Each glimmering fragment of thought dances through nebulous voids, echoing the silent reverberations of uncharted realms.
Reflections, as spectral whispers, weave an ornate narrative—an unsung chronicle of light and shadow. Here, exist not merely the reflections we dare glimpse, but phantoms encaged within the weaving silk of time.