Here lies a dance of spheres beneath the midnight canopy, where stars whisper secrets
to the intuitive heart. The cosmos breathes, and in its inhale, we walk; marked only by
the stardust we trail.
Palms unfurl to the velvet void, and in its embrace, we cradle the silken threads of
forgotten dreams.
Let us wander through the astral gardens, where the soil is constellations,
and the air is wine.
Shall we follow these celestial paths further to discover hidden lands:
Echo of the Pathless or perhaps into
Perpetual Wonder?