The rims of reality spin, tangling dreams across the spectrum. In the void, voices blend like paint on a mystic palette. Listen. Each hue sings its shade; a chorus of forgotten stars. Together, they hum a tune of incandescent tides, wrapping the cosmos in velvet whispers.
Amidst the spiral, a question arises: do echoes remember their birthplaces? Seek the resonance of colors True as the moon's reflection on water, its surface undisturbed, promises peace in the language of silence. Let these echoes guide your footfalls on the path less walked. May they show the doorways to realms unseen.