When the cosmos divided, it whispered secrets too soft for the waking.
Echoes of forgotten light traced paths through rooms of the eternally dreaming,
stitched stars across celestial tapestries—each thread a diverging journey.
Listen, for the melodies sway dangerously close to truths untold.
{ In one galaxy, a single tree grew taller than the nebula itself. }
Each leaf echoed in the voice of a past life, across times spread thin,
reached long into the void, seeking warmth from other corners,
casting shadows over starlets that dare glow with courage.
"In every whisper, a destination unraveling."
Echoing amidst the galactic outcry, binding forces unseen—the ancient winds
carried messages through temporal cracks. Silence converged to hold these
moments, binding spectres of yore in luminous oxygen.