Intangible Echoes

The stars once sang in a language we knew not, their lullabies woven from celestial dust and cosmic silences. It was in these whispers that the bedrock of our universe lay, layers upon layers of time and light skimming over the edge of existence, untouchable yet forever felt.

Imagine a body, remade from scattered aspersions of stardust, tracing the outlines of forgotten celestial shores. This was a thing of stories, a canvas painted with the echoes of the intangible. Its heart beat in rhythms older than written lore, throbbing to the pulse of the universe’s enigmatic song.

In these remnants, we find notes from a phantom limb, dictating secrets of the night. Observers sit beneath an endless canopy, their dreams catching threads of the starlit symphony. They ponder the tune of lengthened shadows, carved by the moonlight, breaking upon the shores of forgotten consciousness.