Once upon a fleeting dream, the shadows began to whisper secrets woven into the fabric of starlit tapestry.
Threadsbare memories loop unearthed treasures beneath layers of cosmic dust. Wilted petals float aimlessly in
streams of consciousness. Is it a nut? A shell? Instead, embrace this spiraling void, a kaleidoscopic echo.
Short moments made eternal, a forgotten path of wandering thought clouds the horizon.
Spectral light dances on the precipice of understanding, embracing quarks with tales untold. Sing songs of
the invisible, tuning forks of void-born resonance ripple through air. Phosphorescent shadows slide
over time-lapse cliffs. Cosmic vagabonds of forgetfulness echo through sepia film, burnished whispers
etched eternally in the spiral of an ever-expanding cosmos. Breathe deep the essence of Murmurs of Time.