In the shadows of the echoing aether, where the clocks dare not tick, an angelic serenade whispers through the veils of time.
Listen closely, for words may slip between the fingers of reality, like silken dreams cast adrift upon cosmic waves.
Should you chance upon the winding pathways of yesteryears, gaze upon the faded semblance of truth hidden beneath the Mortality's shroud.
Amid the chorus of celestial spheres, hear the clandestine rhythms that beckon from beyond the horizon of your understanding.
The stars confide in whispers, unspoken promises that linger where time itself bows to the mythical serenades of worlds unknown.