In the void between the stars, dreams echo like whispers of a forgotten hymn.
The galaxies unfold in spectral hues, painting shadows on the soul of the night.
Stars blink rhythmically, a cosmic Morse code that only the lost can read.
Do you hear the whispers?
They speak of worlds yet seen, drifting on tides of stardust and silence.
Here, in the cradle of the universe, echoes become the lullabies of eternity.
Follow the light, and let it guide you through the unseen paths of the cosmos.
Drift to Whispers of the Void
or perhaps you seek the path to Orbital Dance.