Whispers of eternity in tranquil disarray
Step lightly, for the echoes of forgotten dreams unfold beneath your footprint. In the eye, find solace, amidst the symphony of silence.
The voices of the ancients hum a melody, dissonant, a harmony upon the brink of purity. Here, where gravity loosens its hold, the starlit call persists.
The symphony of fragments weaves around your senses. Time, an infinite loop, a calm storm restless in its fathomless depth.
As the horizon stitches itself to the past, the veils thin, and you glimpse the echoes of creation's breath. The calm within the storm is merely a prelude to the dance.
Revel in the dissonance, for it is a prelude: A cosmic ballet where stars pulse to the rhythm of a cosmic heart.