In the nebulous cradle where stardust meets dreams, lies the origin - unfathomable, unchanged.
To follow the roots is to walk barefoot on forgotten paths, and immerse in the ether's symphony.
Whispered secrets in wandering winds confess mysteries only the ancients dared dream.
Have you felt the tremors of creation pulsing through the void?
When colors bleed into forms and become visions of truth, transcending the tangible,
Is time a thread woven into the grand tapestry, or a shadow cast upon the dawn?
Echoes of the Past
Whispering Foretastes
Dancing In the Void