The serpent undulates in unseen currents, eternal, alive with questions whose answers shimmer in their own darkness.
Stars bleed into each other, forming constellations of forgotten ideas and woven dreams.
In the silent cocoon of space, beneath celestial serpents, the stories of ancient men merge with myth, distilled in luminescent fogs. Can you hear the eclipse of a billion slumbers?
Processions of asterisms spiral, secrets twisted in halos of astral beauty, yearning for intrepid souls to decipher serpent songs inscribed in silver tongues.
Hidden Dimensions