It's a funny thing, stepping onto the shores of another world. They say the sand here breathes, like it has a pulse all its own. You can't see it, but if you listen closely, you hear it whisper.
Yesterday, I ventured beyond the hydrogen dunes, where the sky dips into hues you've only dreamt of. It's like that song - you know, the one that's always just on the tip of your tongue, echoing in the forgotten spaces between stars. The footprints I leave are strangely warm, like memories made of sunlight and shadows.
I met a voice today, an old friend reborn from mist and starstuff. "Why are you here?" it asked, as if it already knew. I shrugged - sometimes, the journey itself holds more answers than destinations ever could.
The universe has a way of painting truths on your heart, one whisper at a time. So here I am, treading lightly, listening for the songs the cosmics sing in the twilight of their timeless dance.