Can you hear the whispers of the void, the gentle lullabies of falling stars? In the absence of sound, there is a melody, woven by cosmic threads. Echoes of what was, what dreams within the silence hum.
Wander beneath the tapestry of twinkling infinity, where silence sings louder than words. Each breath is a note, every heartbeat a crescendo. The cosmic wind reveals its quiet symphony.
Listen close to the shadows dancing on the edge of your mind. They speak in colors you cannot see, painting stories on the canvas of dark matter.
Consult the Elder Scroll