In the beginning, silence was not absent but a profound companion, wrapping time in its invisible threads.
The hum of the cosmos, an echo of forgotten tales, whispers secrets to those who dare listen. The aether flows as an unseen stream, binding the realms of sleep and wakefulness.
Patterns emerge, not of design but of destiny's hands weaving through the fabric of space.
Listen closely, and you might hear the echo of your own thoughts reflected across the corridors of time. Encrypted whispers tell stories of stars that never were, yet always will be.
To detect the aether is to understand the language of silence and the poetry of the void.
Venture into the hidden corridors of this sanctuary and let your soul map its journey through the hues of existence.