In the shadow of dying solar embers, thoughts roam.These thoughts echo like whispers from the edges of time, merging with constellations woven from dreams and solitude.
The cosmic sea, an anatomy of light and darkness, denies the mortal understanding.Here lies the beginning and end, the eternal and ephemeral, locked in an astral dance.
What enigmas remain in the dust of nebulae? What truths await in star-etched tomes?