In whispers and shadows, the tapestry unfurls, thread by thread, a gentle unraveling. Beyond, the horizon beckons with stars unseen, a realm where colors bleed into each other, into eternity.
Can you hear it? The chant, the hum, the cosmic rhythm of the fabric weaving through time. Threads of silver, threads of gold, echoing stories untold.
The canvas stretches, bends, breaks, but never ends. Beyond, beyond, always beyond.
Repeat the mantra: weave, unravel, weave... find the pattern, the infinite loop of existence.
Weave the Dreams Echoes of Infinity