🌌 Nebulous Messages 🌌

Dearest voyager, the lines between worlds fray at their edges.
Whispers from Ythraen speak in echoes and fractals,
tracing the patterns across silent domes of astral ice.

Caelum's fragments crumble into stardust,
while your aura weaves stories into the tapestry of the blitzing
void—a cosmic parchment unfurling with forgotten sigils.