A whispering echo traced the tapestry, following lines unseen.
From the abyss, a message transcends—"Find the star's core, unravel the tide".
Navigation: Lost?
"Eclipse of reason," she murmured, reaching for the cosmic veil.
Callbacks in celestial forms, a sequence without end forestalling origin.
Decode the syllables of the cosmic serpent.
Cloaked Depths
Words like shifting sands, leaving impressions in nebulae.