In the beginning, the threads of neon twilight whispered secrets to the silent universe...
Connecting fibers, luminous wisdom, woven into the fabric of forgotten dreams.
Do the stars speak in languages we have yet to comprehend?
Silken strands, a cascade of memories flickering like fireflies in the obsidian night.
Illuminated echoes, tracing the paths of old echoes, finding solace in the ephemeral dance of light...