The universe confesses in trails of light. Listen, for the echoes of forgotten shapes whisper secrets that shiver galaxies apart.
What do the constellations desire? What fears do they harbor behind their eternal glow?
Echoes of Yesterday | Silence within the VoidDo they envy the ground-bound instruments of human desire, which wear out their secrets with touch?
As the stars blink, do they share stories of ambitions, bottled in nightfalls and pourings of horizons?
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