Pulses of forgotten anthems, thrumming in the marrow of the night, reverberate through the cosmos. Can you hear it? The symphony of stars,
draped in shadow, yet shining defiantly against the cosmic lullaby. Echoes of what could be, what should be, dance
upon your skin like the touch of a ghostly muse.
Skylights broken open, spilling melodies across constellations—each note a supernova, each silence a black hole
in time’s tapestry. Have you felt the energy? Whispers woven into every fiber of your being,
singing a cacophony of unsung songs. Leap into the void, and discover the rhythm beneath your skin.