In the forgotten tapestries of Uranus, whispers dance among neglected moons...
Time flickers, and gravity is but a suggestion wrapped in blue velvet.
Listen closely: echoes of lost symphonies drift through frozen mists.
A bicycle pedals uphill—in reverse.
Here, the sand sings, and waves caress the knots of your ties.
Extend your hand, and they become one with the void.
Follow the Radiant Ghosts
Their laughter is incandescent, dissolving every whisper into stellar dust.
Floating within the atmospheric whirl, we are but slumbering marionettes.
The puppeteer, an ancient star, watches as nebulous smoke drapes over existence.
Dreams bleed color; reality crumples and unfolds anew.