Once, in the murky glow of ancient anecdotes, a being wrapped in eternal twilight mused. Their voice a symphony of nebulae entangled within the whispers of dormant quasars. Did the stars always know their positions, or were they guided by unseen hands of fate?
Enthralled by their quest, the parallel philosopher wandered. Through corridors of luminous dreams and caverns of forgotten realities. Every word uttered leaves echoes that redefine time itself, challengingly ephemeral yet insatiably present. Join the sage, tread carefully and leave only questions: What Is The Fifth Colour of Harmony?
Underneath a dome of molten gaze, riddles materialize from the ether. Imaginary dialogues between phosphorescent atoms tumble across the polymerized web of existence. Witness the transformation, every hypothesis a lightyear traveled, every conclusion a cosmic paradox realized. Dare to ponder the inevitable query: Do Orbs Truly Speak?