In the cosmic tapestry, the echoes of a forgotten song lingers, a melody that bends time.
Once upon the astral planes, harmonies found themselves lost in the spiraling void, singing backwards.
Stars weep in radiant susurrations, the silence hums a tuneless tune.
Repeating, repeating, as if on a shattered vinyl. In the silence, a whisper arises, a celestial echo of a past future. Does it ever change? Does the ending know the beginning?
Journey through the cosmic waves, let the ephemeral rituals guide your way.
Each note, a fragment of the universe, each pause, a breath caught between worlds.