Let the words slip through fingers, cascading like the remnants of once-opulent stars. Cosmic dust, swirling in the wake of silence, wraps around phrases half-formed in the ether. Did you hear the echo of forgotten chants? They reside in the heart of nebulae, waiting for those brave enough to listen.
Time, that serpentine wisp, coils around moments, squeezing memories into crystalline structures. You wander through galaxies, not with feet on soil, but eyes drinking in the light of universes long extinguished. Frequencies hum beneath the surface of reality; can you hear them?
Reality, a tapestry woven with threads of fantasy, slips between the cracks when we forget to blink. The key lies not in understanding, but in feeling the vibrations that underpin stars and voids alike. Embrace the uncertainty; it leads to realms undiscovered by the conscious mind.
Enter the Void Crystal Waves