The depths ripple, echoes cradle the luminous zephyrs.

A dance of light, weaving through the astral whispers, harkens the embrace of tomorrow.

Beneath the cerulean shroud, where silence speaks and shadows hold their breath, gleams the melody of archaic twilight.

In this infinite night, whispers traverse the corridors, caressing the unseen with their bioluminescent tongue.

Oh, child of starlit reflections, cast your sight beyond the twilight, beyond known horizons, into the sphere of dreams.

Listen, can you hear it? The echoing trill from worlds unfathomed, where every pause is an ode and every beat a silent revelation.