Cosmic Reveries: Chronicle of the Muted Epics

Within the gullet of eternity, where stars enkindle before the eyes of oblivion, sits a tapestry woven of dwindling whispers.

Once, the string of reality as held by tiny fingers, was traced by the dreams of luminescent beings soaring through the fabric of the Night Ether.

The constellation's echoes murmur remnants of untold tales cascading like golden sands across temporal cliffs.

Oh, the wonders of eons gone, scattered like cosmic crumbs along the path of awakening! Gather what you see, you who seek the shadows of the past.

The sky remembers everything, like an omniscient sentinel draped across the thresholds of existence. To listen, one must embrace silence, for the past's resonance is a forbidden symphony only understood by heartbeats.