Moments are stitched into tapestries of infinity, where the voices of ancient orbs hum softly.
The echo becomes the bridge, the breath of galaxies intertwining with earthly sighs.
In the silence, a whisper lingers—a dream refracted through the celestial wind.
The stars whisper secrets legacies lost beneath the folds of time, amongst boundless thoughts.
Voyage through shadows, perceptions shaped by nebulous hands, gentle yet stern.
Gravity weeps, while the void laughs, and each note delivered in ancient constellations.