Pulsing Orbit

Within the folds of time, cascading through cataclysmic ballet dances the orbit—pulsing, whispering her ancient truths. There are secrets woven in the sunlit trails of comets, scrawled in icy shadows as eternal clocks. Do you hear the starsong...

The celestial spheres hum an astral lullaby, and somewhere amidst the nebula of dreams, shadows murmuring tales of stardust souls. There, on the precipice of eternity, your gaze lingers, caught like a wayward child of the night.

Close your eyes. Feel the pulse. Feel the orbit.

Dreamweaver's Path
Celestial Whisper