Beneath the silent canopy, whispers curl— weaving light and shadow in tandem. The moon hums a forgotten lullaby, as stars map the oceans in a language of forgotten dreams, of forgotten dreams, of forgotten dreams.
Listen—listen to the oracles speaking in echoes of the dawn, in sighs of the dusk; they chant through the astral haze, a dance of serendipity in the spiral arms of galaxies wrapped in hypnotic shrouds.
Veil of Stars Interstellar Whispers