"It was an echo from the endless depths, woven from the whispers of time."
Consider the orbit of your thoughts; how they sometimes mirror the stars.
Where do the recursive threads lead? To hidden skies, perhaps?
Whisper of Dusk — A journey in silence.
Epiphany Grains — The sands that fled time,
while you watched the distant glow.
Summary of Orbits
Otherwise, into the void we proceed, following the faint signals of a distant truth unraveled.