In the silence of the autumnal sky, I am tracing, tracing, the comet's fading whisper. Bursting constellations, kaleidoscopes of ancient mariners, what tales do you tell? The universe stitches seams of light that bind forgotten memories. Moonlight Hall or Starry Sutras perhaps... Those who chase trails of fire upon the velvet expanse feel the heartbeat of the cosmos, rhythmic and chaotic. Each breath, a star birthed, each sigh, a nebula's embrace.
The comet dances, waltzing through the epochs. I chase with fervor, delirium, eternity... In every glance, a galaxy pulses, in every heartbeat, a supernova sleeps.