In the silent realm where shadows play, whispered secrets dance upon the twilight's edge, weaving tales of forgotten time.
A lone star glimmers, a beacon in the vastness, calling forth guardians of the astral plane, shrouded in mystery.
Voices from the ether speak, fragmented and surreal, painting a tapestry of existence anew, one that transcends the physical bounds.
The wind carries tales of yore, echoes of civilizations past, their wisdom embedded in the fabric of cosmic consciousness.
And as the moon ascends, a silent witness to the unfolding saga, the horizon unveils visions yet unseen.
Drift Among Stars Hear the Ancient Echo