The Phantom Veil

Once, in the breath between stars, a sigh was heard — not of sorrow, but of dreams unfurling like the petals of a distant bloom.

The veil trembles in silence, casting reflections that are only glimpses of the truth yet to pass through the corridors of the forgotten.

"Speak softly," whispers a voice that dances on the edge of reality, "for even the shadows have ears and weave tales of their own."

Beyond the veil, a soft glow embraces every fleeting word, every unspoken promise of what lies hidden amid the nameless celestial gardens.

"But is the phantom not here, with us?" inquires a laughter, airy as the dawn mist, slipping through fingers like strands of moonlight.

Seek the echoes here where phantoms play, or wander the unseen paths there where truths unfold.