Dear Dreamer,
In the gloam of starlight, a chilling refrain echoes through the vast expanse of black, carrying with it tales of the forgotten. Shadows dance upon desolate moons, where silvery tears run through jagged craters, mournful as a violin's low cry.
Here, among ethereal orbs, dreamcatchers woven of cosmic dust entrap the souls of wanderers— each fiber a lost heartbeat from distant spheres. Beware the silent lullabies; they draw you into voids uncharted, where time spirals and bends, unraveling reason like the very fabric of the universe.