Beyond the veil of perception, the cosmos weave tales in endless ink.
There is a library built from the dreams of forgotten gods,
where each book is a universe, and each page, a timeless echo.
Through the winding paths of thought, the traveler finds shadows of light,
illuminating truths hidden beneath the mundane fabric of reality.
Listen closely to the rustling leaves; they carry secrets of worlds unseen.
A symphony of unseen threads connects all beings,
an orchestra playing the music of existence itself.
The notes vibrate in hues, painting the symphony of stars.