In the nonplace where shadows drool and stars are but whispers of yesterday's dream, I speak of constellations unseen by mortal eyes. Here lies the Ephemeral Melody, a tune threading through the cosmic loom, binding the void with threads of silver prose.
Beyond the Veil of Sleep, the Lunatic's yammering unveils a tapestry woven by dusk's gentle sigh. Do you hear it? The Murmur of the Void? A serenade that sways with the dance of wandering souls, caressing the fabric of night.
Come closer, and let the spectral winds guide you to Delirium of Dreams, where each star pulses with the rhythm of forgotten chants and laughter that echoes through the cosmic sea.