Sirius Tales

In the cosmic lounge, beneath the gaze of a million blinking eyes, the whispers of stars intertwine.

“Do you think the constellations breathe?”

“Only when the universe sleeps, and we're caught in the liminal space between dreams.”

Eyes closed, the voice of the cosmos speaks again: “Perhaps the tales of Sirius are but echoes of a distant memory, a tale of what could have been.”

“In another life, another dusk, we might have danced among those stars,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

An enigmatic oracle murmurs, “The paths of fate are woven with the threads of choice. Listen to the stars, and they will guide you.”