From: Lyra's Echo
Amid the nebula's cradle, I send you whispers of stars, their ancient songs reverberating in the silent void where dreams weave through threads of silver stardust.
Here, time bends, and space dances in hues unknown, casting shadows on memories of sunlit shores, and the echo of your laughter still haunts this infinite expanse.
From: The Oort Wanderer
Perched on the edge of dark's embrace, I write of cosmic grains, flecks of light on the horizon playing hide and seek with dreams anchored in the gentle pull of gravity.
Do you remember the dunes of sand you spoke of? These are their celestial cousins, expansive and eternal, whispering secrets in the tongue of galaxies untamed.