In the quiet of the universe, where starlight whispers secrets, a phantom drifted. It was cloaked in shadows woven from the fabric of forgotten dreams, and it glided through the starlit expanse, breathing the echoes of celestial heartbeats.
Imagine, the phantom whispered, its voice a gentle caress against the cosmic winds. Imagine a world, suspended between the stars, where time unfurls like a lazy nebula, and each moment stretches into eternity's embrace.
Below, the tapestry of the cosmos unfurled—a blend of colors that defied the dawn and dusk. Planets swayed in their orbits, a harmonious dance, distant yet somehow close.
To the right, under the silent gaze of a nameless moon, lay the echoes of a past life. A bridge woven of silver strands connected the present to the infinite, each step echoing with the rhythm of a forgotten lullaby.