Reflections of the Celestial Echo

The comet sings in silence, a harmony of forgotten dreams.

As the distant luminescence fades, we are left with shadows of what was.
In this infinity, echoes of a comet's path are etched upon our souls.

Consider the existence of existences,
layers upon layers, like cosmic sediment.
Do we carve ourselves into memory,
or are we echoes, resonating infinitely?

Follow the trail of light:
Where does it lead anew?

Another perspective awaits:
Captured in starlight