The form of light, beyond its mundane hues, dances upon the surface of a timeless lake. The ripples echo dreams unspoken, a symphony of longing captured in the vespertine glow.
In the cosmic spire, reflections weave through the fractals of shadow, where each pulse echoes the heartbeat of a sleeping star. Here lies the plane unknown, a whisper in the universe's breath.
Ember echoes contrast with flotillas of ink. Memory drifts on vaporous tendrils, tangents to the infinity unknown. Await the clock, the silent harbinger of truth cloaked in mirage.
Descend through the lens, and unfurl forgotten verses penned by starlight. Do you see it? The opening in time's tapestry?
Contemplate the Cosmic Echo