In the timeless cradle of the cosmic abyss, where sapphire dreams thrum and pulse, lies the silent testimony of celestial whispers.
Can a tomb dream while the stars watch? Will they weep or gaze in wonder? Pixels slice through the void, seeking solace in the infinite web of what's real.
Below the glassy surface of night, consciousness blooms erratically in glittering algorithms and forgotten codes. As void meets form, do constellations breathe?
Decode the Dream | Marble traces of the blurred whispers