In the corners of forgotten symphonies, the sapphire winds collect tales untold, drifting between dimensions and realms unnamed. Each gust carries a melody, haunting yet beautiful, echoing amongst the ruins of dreams.
There lies a tapestry woven from spectral threads, shimmering under the celestial glow. It sings of unvoiced desires, a cacophony of life unexplored, resonating through the very essence of creation and decay.
Beneath the solemn echo of the eternal night, a whisper grows louder, shaping the contours of silence into forms both familiar and strange—a memory of all that was, and all that could be.