In the hollow silence of a somnolent star, whispers bloom, disintegrating into fragments of light, revealing the echoes of yesterday's dreams.
Cloaked in shadows, the mind flutters like a moth within the expanse—a dance between the tangible and the imagined, where time submits to the cosmic breath.
Gravity of unspoken words pulls at the heart of a shimmering void; each heartbeat's pulse refracts eternal solitude, unraveling into formless shapes.
Reality tessellates like falling leaves in oblivion; snapshots of untold stories fragment like rim-lighted whispers against the backdrop of infinity.
Navigate to the Dream Construct, or traverse the Fractured Echoes to glimpse the tapestry.