Dear Traveler,
In the silence of the stars, the sun finds dusk.
Unwrap the cosmos, sip its serenity.
Greetings from Io,
The tides of molten dreams pulse beneath my feet.
Here, gravity dances.
From the edges of the Oort,
I send fragmentary echoes of eternity.
Time, an elusive mist.
Nebulae are alive,
a symphony of colors.
Here, sound is absent, yet heard.