In the sanctuary of the stars, where silence sings the loudest symphony, I drift between questions like whispers among constellations.
Have you ever tasted the bitter sweetness of infinity, a paradox nested gently in the arms of a timeless void?
We are, after all, stardust scribes, inscribing our ephemeral tales on astral parchment—
each moment a symbiotic dance between the fleeting and the eternal, the known and the obscured.
Follow the orbital paths through: