Across the aeons, the visage of our planet has weathered,
sculpting itself into a tapestry of celestial erosion.
Here, where the universe whispers secrets in forgotten tongues,
we peer into the ancient echoes of faces once familiar.
Each contour, a memory; each shadow, a song.
In this gallery, observe the remnants of laughter,
now scattered like stardust upon the astral winds.
Wander further into the stellar silence...
Witness the chiaroscuro dance of light and cosmic shadows,
revealing the tender vulnerability of those etched with time.
For in the mirror of the galaxies, we find ourselves reformed,
not in flesh, but in the breathless beauty of cosmic solitude.
Listen closely to the echoes...