Stretching across the void, a tapestry woven of light and shadow, I unfurl my final waltz—the dying flicker of a cosmic flame. Whispers entwined with stardust, echoes in sepia tones as time wanes into tepid eternity.
In the gloom of nebulous gardens, where solitary stars shed antique glimmers, I hear your voice—an elegy of crystalline raindrops, cascading upon the obsidian sea of memory. Do you feel it?
Listen closely, dear traveler, for hidden within the murmurs of this celestial giant lie secrets untold, kept safe since before the dawning of dreams. Before the burgeoning supernova bloom, hear the tendrils of light coil around the fringe of your reality.
Whisper Through Labyrinths