In the garden of lucent dreams, where the moon drapes its silver veil upon the slumbering earth, the stars whisper secrets of aeons past. Their voices twinkle like scattered jewels upon the firmament, weaving tales only the brave dare translate into the daylight's narrative.
Listen, oh wanderer, to these murmurs, for within their celestial sighs lie the forgotten echoes of creation's breath. Stand beneath the midnight sky and let the ethereal cadence guide your heart towards the unknown, where phantoms of bygone eras dance upon the horizon of your consciousness.
Silence of the Galaxy | Constellation Dreams