In the empyrean cradle of cosmic shadows, where whispers of twilight weave tapestries of forgotten dreams, the galaxies of shade awaken in reflected luminescence. Each starlit echo dances upon the velvet veil of night, a myriad of hues cloaked in silence, murmuring secrets of ethereal realms.
"Look beyond," they sing, "to the shores of other worlds, where silhouettes of ancient moons weep light in reverse." And so, the shadows spin, a celestial ballet, golden constellations tracing the forgotten paths of wandering souls. The truth, veiled in a thousand prisms, shimmers beneath the surface—distorted, yet achingly clear.
In these nebulous reflections, a truth unfolds: galaxies of shade sprawled upon the canvas of oblivion, each one a mirror, holding the whispers of worlds unseen. Seek the whispers of origin, trace the constellations woven from shadows and light.