In the twilight of forgotten constellations,
the shadows pirouette upon ethereal beams,
weaving dreams untold, unspoken,
in the murmurs of the astral winds.
And across the nebulous tides,
silent specters caress the void,
their whispers tracing arcs of light,
a cosmic ballet stitched by silence.
Navigate your thoughts:
Enter the Whispering Void
Witness the Shift of Tides