In the moonlit shadows of a forgotten sea, a single grain dances within the empty shell. Encased in armor, it grows—slowly, unwittingly—into something more than itself.
Who is the dreamer in this abyss? The pearl’s silent whisper echoes through the corridors of time, unraveling mysteries like silk spun from the fingers of a clandestine spider.
It is not the grain that dreams, but the shell itself, wrapped in twilight's embrace. From the dark matter, a new constellategy of comfort arises, pearlescent and eternal.