In the lands where stardust converges with time’s forgotten earpieces lies the realm of vanished whispers. The inhabitants, made of what they term as ‘Close Lifetime,’ indulge in paradox and persisting echoes—a dance of reality that blooms onward, fading incessantly.
Elders often narrated fluctuating tales; how stardust threads life and absence together, ensuring existence doubles upon itself before softly fading into obscurity. Through each aeon of breaths and shudders, lives relive relentless currents, each repetition a baffling endeavor to comprehend ultimate presence.
Grains of stardust waft through breath—the more held, the gentler it pulls, till the beings’ presence aligns unfalteringly within its paradoxical grace.