In the cosmic stillness, silence blooms into sound
as nebulous whispers dance upon the edges of sanity.
I float, hands outstretched, seeking to grasp the ethereal
threads connecting the stars to the heart of All That Is.
Each pulse from the quasar, a heartbeat of the universe,
echoes through realms unseen, vibrating in symbiosis
with the soul's inquisitive nature.
I am drawn, a moth to the flame of celestial knowledge.
There lies a path, woven of light and woven thoughts,
reverberating beneath the Echo's call.
Am I the dreamer or the dream within these fatal realms
of endless shimmer and nocturne mystery?
Fly between the stars | Escape the Echoes | Follow the Glimmer