Above's the unsung abyss, where whispers of time's undoing twinkle. A suspended dialogue of taut silken threads, weaving stardust icicles.
Pulsing softly, a cradle of luminous few—dancing celestial halos amid intangible wisps unheard. Quantum shifts whisper: do you see them too, or did they only flicker on unseen paths of thought?
Your journey transcends stars. Search, traveler, for secrets held in night's breath. Beyond these verses, kindling—the flickering ember holds truth.