Whispers in the Cosmic Canvas
Bound by the weight of endless moments, I float through the epochs like a celestial echo. Shadows carry secrets only the stars know. When you listen closely, you can hear the murmurs of galactic sighs.
Have you ever seen twilight dance upon the edges of time? There, where dreams sink into the abyss, I found messages etched in stardust. Silent confessions only visible to those with eyes wet by the weight of worlds.
The Confession
In a realm where day fades into the eternal night of a cosmos vast and indifferent, I stand as a witness. Each moment, a grain of sand in the hourglass, slips through my fingers, and the universe exhales a truth as ancient as the void itself.
I confess my fears to the stars, hoping they’ll carry the weight into the dark oblivion. I confess my loneliness to the nebulae, painting my sorrow upon their luminous veil. But do they listen? Or are my words just echoes of forgotten constellations?