Welcome to the Cosmic Tide

There's a frequency in the silence, whispers of stardust piecing together tales from the universe. I often wonder if stars speak a language I've yet to learn. Do they hum lullabies to wandering souls, or abridged histories to listeners who dare tune their hearts to the void?

Just like the moon spins its stories in shadows across my window, I guess everything out here has a resonance of its own. Ever tried to listen when the clock ticks its secret? Or how the rain's patter syncs with a rhythm in your chest? I swear it sometimes talks about things forgotten, like dreams that slipped behind the waking light.

Maybe you're a wanderer doing loops among the webpages, seeking notes from this astral diary? Well, keep gliding, my friend, the cycle of curiosity is what binds the universe's continuous sparkle after all.

Portal Glimpse
Dream Escape