Beyond the rim of conscious thought, the specters gather, hovering just above the whispered silence of the infinite. Threads of forgotten skies knitting constellations from memories untold, their resonance a symphony drowned in time and echo. Shadows taunt the moon, casting faint trails of light drowned in a sea of darkness.
A hollow plea resides beneath shattered stars, trapped in the amber glow of waning nights. Shift the gaze, breathe, the wind carries traces of past life like distant echoes whispering secrets in forgotten tongues—each ripple in the cosmos a heartbeat muted, lost in infinity's embrace.
The horizon flutters, a mirage of fractured wings—welcome it, summon the dawn where shadows dance in ecstasy. Passage calls, an arching portal beckons with the light of a thousand lifetimes, each nebula threat unspoken, unfurling the tapestry of sky.