In the folds of starlit fabric, where time is a mere ripple in the sea of infinity, lies a tale untold.
Voices of the cosmos whisper secrets too ancient for eyes to witness, speaking of stars that blink not in light, but in stories.
The spiral within the heart of chaos has a rhythm—a celestial dance, the symphony of celestial bodies absent the desire to dawn light or extinction.
Echoes of the Storm - Where gravity loses its grip, and the realms echo in turmoil.
Whispers in the Void - Silences that scream, voids that cradle nebulous dreams.
Constellations of Dreams - Where galaxies dream and chaos sleeps in the multitude of forgotten paths.
The spirals are infinite paths, each curve a destiny unchosen, an ending untouched by beginnings.
Embrace the chaos, for it is the cradle of new chaos and the sanctuary of the unsung.