Whispers of the void, echoes, songs from the starlit abyss – they hum, they pulse, they meander through forgotten galaxies, on paths lighter than shadows, carrying tales of crystalline constellations that dance on the precipice of time’s endless ocean.
An unmade universe, sprawling in the mind, a nebula of nebulous thoughts, drifting, adrift in the astral currents, where dreams intertwine with the fabric of reality, sometimes unravelling, sometimes weaving new tapestries of light and dark.
Do you remember? When the stars wept incandescent tears, forming rivers across the sky, moons in mourning, the sun a distant memory? Remember the rhythms of cosmic tides, the dance of distant realms?
Explore the Echoes or drift through Artifacts of Light.
Touch the edge, the brink, where existence flutters, alive and ephemeral, like the opening of a fractal flower, unfolding infinity upon infinity.