In the xylophone of the cosmos, silent symphonies play, resonating through the forgotten corridors of the mind. Every heartbeat echoes with curious harmonies seeking a whisperer's ear, buried beneath echoes of antiquity.
The night writes its secret verses in the chatter of stars, each twinkle a forgotten tale yearning to be sung. Who listens? The obscure scribes of the hidden realms, weaving texts in the energy of enthusiastic shadows.
"Do not fear the silence!" they whisper, for it is in this quietude that the universe dances, a frenzied ballet unseen but felt deep within the spirals of time and space.
Meet them at the borders of perception, curious travelers. Where whispers become shouts in the language of stars, and the energies of the cosmos pulse in rhythms we are meant to remember and forget.