The galaxies whisper secrets through the eerie nebulas, threading light into shadow. Between moments, echoes of stars untold flicker like dreams on the edge of memory.
The celestial hymns play softly, an unseen orchestra amid the void. Each note travels the expanse, searching for souls unbound, weaving cosmic symphonies that resonate with the stars themselves.
Away from the mundane, away from time, where worlds spin lazily in the cradle of infinity, echoes of genesis stir the womb of creation.