"In the mirrors of the cosmos, fragments are lost.
Beyond the echo, a whisper breathes — cryptic lullabies that beckon the stars.
Alone in the endless whispering twilight, the waves cradle your scattered telegraph."
"Pen in threadbare labyrinth, operating celestial blueprints of unknown arcane.
Luminous jade keys twist fate silently."
Trace the messages back: Unseen Paths
Fathom the reflections' dance: Ephemeral Echoes
"Do we listen, or do they only speak to oblivion?"