Enter the void, where whispers of forgotten stars linger. My pen trails across the nebula of memory, forming constellations in the sky of yesterday.
Lines scratched into the cosmos:
A comet that sings,
of time's tender embrace,
elusive in its orbit,
charting pathways
through the dark tapestry
woven by dreams.
Pocket galaxies
tucked under the arm,
like forgotten love letters,
scribbled in the dust
of abandoned comets.
Discovery of the Orbital
Whispers of the Nebula