Cosmic Corals

The Abyss of Silence

In the stillness above the star-flecked abyss, corals bloom silently. Each one a whispered story, etched by time and light, living secrets that clung to the cosmic tides.

The ancients spoke of lands where the worlds bled into one another, not by violence, but through a gentle dissolution of boundaries. In these places, reality itself seemed draped over with a thin veil of dreams.

Above, the Midmoon

Skimmers, they were called – those who skated the surface of this boundless midnight. They held nets spun from strands of former starlight, collecting the stories that seeped from the coral's glowing edges.

Narratives formed into schools, cryptic and pulsating, flitting between darkness and the tentative illumination of the Ascendant Dawn. Their voices were akin to the soft crackle of embers, longing yet content in their luminescence.

Here lies the remains of something once vibrant, forgotten among the Echoes of Time...