Whispers among the flickering stars—no more than a breath, saying your name, repeated like an echo in the cosmic vast.
A voice like the wind, brushing past auroras and arcane dust, forming patterns that only the universe could orchestrate.
You stand at the edge, where the last light of day meets the unseeable black.
Here, the nebula twirls slowly, revealing fragments of time not yet lived.
In this dance, ancient melodies are heard, the sighs of worlds long past, cradling memories in their luminous folds.
Follow the trail of stardust: find the echoes or listen to their stories.