The city above the clouds, suspended between reality and dreams, paints an ever-shifting canvas with fragments of forgotten stars. Here, time unfolds like the petals of an ancient flower, revealing secrets in whispers.
Navigation is as much art as science; ephemeral maps guide lost souls through trails woven from moonlight and comet dust. The constructs, woven of cosmic energy and earthly longing, stand sentinel, their forms shifting with the rhythm of cosmic tides.
In this place where the sky cradles the earth, the eternal moment pauses, offering a glimpse into the heart of creation itself. Where do these glimpses lead us, if not back to the origins of our own perennial wanderlust?