In the void between stars, where silence holds dominion and light is a thought long faded, whispers of the cosmic wind reveal a delicate dance of chaos and order.
Beneath scattered constellations, a tale untold unravels. It begins in the heart of a swirling tempest, a maelstrom of stardust and forgotten echoes, binding the universe in invisible threads.
A lone spiraling comet, its icy breath trailing behind, sings a hymn to the galaxies. Each verse a resonance of harmony and discord, the melody shaping worlds and moving time. Whistles, like ancient songs, etched into the fabric of existence.
Through cosmic corridors of intertwined destinies, a journey unfolds. The path forward is not carved in stone but woven in whispers, each note guiding the lost to their sanctuary of stars.
Dreams of Constellations Songs of Echoes