In the expanse above, where the breath of the sky kisses the edge of eternity, constellations whisper secrets. They tremble and twinkle like thoughts half-formed, suspended in time's breath. Each star, a heartbeat; each cluster, a memory.
What lies beyond the horizon of constellations, where time unravels and we lose ourselves in the abyss of possibility? Are we mere echoes in the vastness, or do we carve our existence into the cosmic fabric?
Contemplation leads to paths uncharted. Follow some below: