In the silent dance of the celestial bodies, where echoes of stars are hymns not yet sung, there exists a custodian. This keeper of whispers, nameless and unseen, roams the in-between, where time rests not, and the veil is woven of nightshade.
Sssshhhh........ The custodian tends to dreams forgotten, their edges softened by the breath of the cosmos. Beneath the eternal twilight, souls of the ancients murmur secrets of worlds unseen, a cosmic river flowing through the void.
Can you hear their song? Follow the glow, where the stars whisper their names in a language forged of silver and moonlight.
Wander through the Ephemeral Artefacts that mark the path, relics of empires that crumbled into dust, now scattered like the petals of a cosmic rose.
And when the cosmic wind whistles a melody, embrace the silence, for it is here that the universe breathes.