In the beginning, the murmurs divided, echoing off shadowy chambers of the unseen. A door barely ajar, murmuring secrets of endlessness.

The stars swirled, wild and unkempt, a cosmic dance of partitioned destinies. Hear their whispers, they remember.

Somewhere between the notes of silence, a melody unseen, known by none yet understood by all. Dance to its erratic pulse.

The universe breathes through cracks in reality—count the breaths, then forget.

Luminous riddles in the twilight sky; riddled with questions unanswered. What binds, what breaks, what dreams?