Hovering between the whispers of the waking world and the tender pull of the stars, I found myself wandering the intricate passages of the Celestial Grove. Inside, the trees wore crowns of twinkling constellations, their branches swaying rhythmically to the unheard music of the cosmos.

"Where am I?" I murmured, though it felt more like a question thrown to the void than an inquiry directed at anyone in particular. A tree nearby, stoic and ancient, seemed to lean in closer as if to listen more intently to my unvoiced confusions.

There is an urge, a pull towards fallen stars, to gather their fragments in search of whispered prophecies etched in their light. The ethereal atmosphere tinges the air with the scent of midnight blossoms, and my thoughts drift with them—softly drifting yet distant, like spectral echoes of another lifetime.

I reach out into the starlit ajar of frosty dreams. Will I discover the paths hidden amongst celestial fire, or simply lose myself deeper into this arcane tapestry? The heart of the grove waits in silent anticipation for my choices, my paths woven into its timeless existence.

Wander Further