Hello dreamer, welcome to the expanse where shadows speak. Imagine wandering through a canvas painted by the night's breath, where each star bears a fable from ages past.
Did you ever find yourself tracing constellations with a mere whisper as your compass? That kind of night, where the sky chuckles softly and never rushes your soul.
As lofty silhouettes scatter tales like autumn leaves, it speaks of old songs sung by scattered lights—tales of Arylith and the Forgotten Lay, perhaps.
Murmurs of Time: Echoes from the StarsSo, tell me, friend of the starry nights: what constellation cradle do you seek beneath this celestial mise en scène? Inside lies a brick of stardust wrapped in myths, ready to slow dance with your imagination.