In the span of eternity's breath, where stars are but whispers of forgotten dreams, what shadows do our thoughts draw upon the celestial canvas?
They say the cosmos sings in a language woven from threads of time—an elegy for lost worlds, a ballad for the souls wandering through the nebulae of existence.
Each twinkling light a syllable in the grand poem of creation, urging the seeker of truth to listen, to understand the silent symphony of the universe's design.
light fragments — an exploration of division and unity.
murmuring seas — the dialogues of waves with the shores of thought.
stars' echo — reflections on reflections, the echo of solitude.