In the rift above, whispers churn, voices echo like memories of lost storms.
Fleeting shadows carry secrets strained; yet solace never finds our domain.
Arachne's weave unravels, threads dance through shivered light.
Do you dare tune into the eternal sound beneath?
Amidst the tumult, silence reigns supreme. But in the distant roar, the essence unfolds.
Only the daring indulge in this music of the spheres, where dreams turn vivid upon the edge.