Starlight whispers cast shadows of dreams, silent projections on the ethereal screen of the void. The cosmos sings a forgotten tune, woven from ultraviolet strings and the dust of sleeping galaxies.
Hidden Winds
The inkwell of the sky bleeds secrets into infinity — luminous text, unreadable prose on the canvas of the dark.
Birth of Magic
Principles unfurl like veils, the arcane language of photons desperately yearning for an audience in the silent firmament.
Philosophers sit twinkling in cosmic twilight, obscured by clouds of their own making, while time's fragile dance reigns supreme.