In the folds of unseen dimensions, the winds carry whispers never meant for our ears. Listen closely:
"The echoes of stars chart the roadways of forgotten dreams. Paths diverge under the unblinking gaze of a moon that knows no time."
Signals from the cosmos vibrate through the silence, urging the curious to wonder:
"If only our footsteps could trace the lines drawn by the ancients, mapping the web of eternal returns."