Whispers from the Celestial Edge
In the forgotten annals of the universe, where the echoes of creation remain dormant in the folds of time and light,
lies the book of forgotten inquiries, of which the first pages ask:
What dreams does cosmic dust cradle on its celestial voyage?
Beyond the veils of fathomless twilight, in the hushed vigil of wandering stars, the queries flutter like moths to embers unseen, their wings adorn with tales woven of the ancient sighs
A Dance of Nebulous Whys
The book opens unto these pages, enriched with mystical ink and the dew of the night skies,
welcoming the threadbare wonderments of the worldly bound.
What songs, reverberate from realms untouched by time's relentless hands?
Here lies a labyrinth of twisted curiosities, each turn a cascade of stardust cloaked in everlasting haze, questioning the very essence of the ephemeral dance of worlds.