In the icy cradle of the cosmos, where silence stitches the fabric of stars, the aurora unfurls its spectral wings. Up above, the veil of nebulae weaves a gentle tapestry, galaxy dreams whispering against the void's skin. Footfalls echo through ancient corridors, a timeless rhythm in this celestial hall.
Stars, like watchful eyes, blink in witness as the aurora dances, a ballet of shimmering hues. Each step, a brush stroke on the canvas of night, paints the dance of light upon the sleeping sky. Are they shadows? Dreams? Or distant memories tethered to the stars' light?
Distant Echo Orbital Whisper Milky Way Slide