In the quiet aftermath of twilight, where the stars bleed into the horizon, shadows scribble tales of cosmic whispers.
A constellation, unnamed, unfurls a tapestry of memories where myths are woven with the threads of loss and wonder. Each star flickers with the heartbeats of ancient travelers and specters of dreams yet to emerge.
Tonight, under the argent glow, we glimpse the visage of Lucent Forsaken—a spectral gathering of luminaries that once guided sailors long adrift in the oceans of solitude. They murmur in waves of light, tales steeped in the gravity wells of unuttered emotions.
And there, the horizon tilts, revealing The Weeping Seraph, whose silent tears crystallize into the constellations scattered across the void—a serene requiem for stories unspoken, for constellations uncharted in the annals of stardust.
Will you trace their paths, their celestial arteries, through the cosmic abyss? Or shall you remain, tethered to the earth, a dreamer lost in the endless expanse?