Somewhere, across the unseen miles, the cosmos hums a forgotten tune.
Silhouettes emerge, sketched by curves of a light invisible, dancing in
the breath of a silver vortex; its whispers carry stories untold.
In the embrace of shadows, truth lies hidden in the fabric of night.
With every sigh of this ethereal wind, the world unravels and rewrites;
a tapestry woven with stars and the echoes of fabled yesterdays.
Thus, the journey continues, boundless and free, along paths uncharted
by time. Here, in the whirl of existence, we find our essences interlaced,
infinitesimal yet infinite, beneath the vortex's tender gaze.