Beneath the veiled serenade of the cosmos, where stardust kisses the night with invisible threads, the secrets of the orbits whisper in forgotten echoes. The tides speak a language known only to the moons—flickers of forgotten lore spiraling in unison.
Each ripple, an echo, a memory—it flows through the heart of the universe, breathing life into arcs of silence. Time, cradled within this ebbing rhythm, murmurs softly to the edges of dawn.
Underneath the orbital tides, the stars weave forgotten stories of love and loss—constellations emerging from the veils of lunar dreams.