In the curled fingers of infinity, a star etched scars of bright oblivion. Listen, for the shadows speak in tongues forgotten—glimpses of a realm where beams dance and echo in harmonic whispers. Notes from where the void hums its eternal lullaby.
Beneath the stardust, remnants charge the air with silent echoes. Can you hear them? Ay, fragments once part of sentinel flames, now lie still—yet, alive in touch of a phantom’s unnoticed grasp.{{ mysterious, vibrant answers emerge }}