Beyond the whispering skies, where dreams weave through the stitched fabric of time, lies an expanse of unimagined realms. Here, the horizon is not a boundary, but a beginning...
Clouds of liquid prism glide on currents unseen, staining the aether with memories of suns not yet born. A dance of shadows and light, endless in its cadence, sings the song of everything that could be...
A solitary melody floats on the edge of what is known, cradled by the hands of reality. Listen, and you will hear the call of the void, inviting you to step into the unknown whispers and follow the thread of a forgotten tapestry...