Constellations of the Forgotten
Stories Etched in Starlight
The stars murmured last night, weaving tales of ages past.
Did you see them, the trembling lights, weaving our ancient symphony?
Each constellation became a whisper—a map of stories untold. Underneath the vastness, dreams merge with
reality, and the line fades like an echo. Can you hear the secrets it carries?
Echoes of the Past
Veil of the Night
Between the stars, I found your voice—soft and resonant, carried by the night wind.
They spoke of journeys, linings drawn across the heavens.
Do the constellations remember us? In their silent vigil, they witness what we forget. In each flicker,
a memory, lost in the folds of time, yet ever present.
Wanderlust
Infinity Sky
A constellation was born today, unwritten yet clear, a testament to our shared dreams.
Let the stars guide us, one silent promise at a time.