The waves on the sea breathe stories, whispers of forgotten epochs laced with the salt of ancient tears. Here, the silence between stars paints a being woven from dusk and dawn, whose name is sung by the silence of galaxies.
In a realm where starlight meets ocean's grasp, there lies an unspoken truth: the ocean knows. It knows of the shapes cast astray by astral tides, silhouettes adrift in the memory of moonlit shadows.
Once upon a cosmic wind, a visage shimmers beyond the void — a chronicle of nonexistence, a harmony within silence. The biography of lost echoes, written in the forgotten dialects of constellations.
Silence speaks in fragments, each word a note in the symphony of creation's pause. What is lost, yet never was? What speaks, yet is bound by the laws of the unseen?