Beneath the wavering veil of twilight, the orbs sang their invisible song. Each note, a ripple across the dimensional void, undulating in unseen harmonics, casting silhouettes of forgotten dreams. Whispers of the Dreamweaver floated, coyly dancing around ethereal crescendos.
The air, fragrant with memories etched in stardust, vibrated with pulses and heartbeat-like rhythms, inviting hearts to echo in the silent symphony. Pathless Journeys awaited, whispered by a voice neither heard nor seen.
Silken shadows draped over the silhouettes of reality's edge, each contour an unspoken word, each movement a flicker of forgotten recollections. And within this tender embrace, the Fractured Wisps of time curled, wrapping moments long past in soft, spectral light.