1977, a comet's tail brushed by thoughts unrecorded in ink, echoes beyond void.

In the winds of Mars, drastically red, Empress Ana whispers secrets not yet borne of sound. Starlight is borrowed from 2290, recycled back into 20XX.

Personal timeline fractures wheresoe’er rise those who journeyed. The tune of a timeworn star, now in orbit, guides their forlorn lane.

Your destined leap: lost thoughts and singular truths of disparate epochs, laid beneath lunar shadows.