In the vast emptiness, sometimes we search for the echo of our own soul's voice, longing for connection in desolation. The stars above mock our ambition, pausing for a moment before escaping our gravitational intent.
Reach out, lest the silence becomes too loud.
Do we step willingly into the abyss, or is it an accidental drift of cosmic circumstance?
The Unlit Sky Awaits
Galactic Grief