In the folds of silence, where echoes dare not tread, lies the tapestry of dreams woven by stars.
Fragmented thoughts linger on celestial shores, waiting for the tide of consciousness to caress them anew.
...and what is reality, if not a reflection in the still waters of an imagined existence?
A void, a whisper, a paint of strokes across a canvas of twilight.
Follow the luminance | Embrace the shadows | Ignite the embers