In the void's gentle embrace, a whisper travels— tracing stars with fingertips etched in dusk. The echoes call, a gentle cacophony of dreams, drifting like shadows lingering on the cusp of solitude.
Silence, a companion of the astral wanderer, whose hands stretch across the infinite fold. Echoes form constellations of what once was, every silence, a universe waiting to be born anew.
Obscured Glimmer Fringed Memory