Within glassy rotations of mechanized luminescence, brimming echoes guide the cognitive mariner. Who charts the erratic spiral bound to celestial whims?
Distant orbs whisper in their forgotten tongues, inscribed on metal plates long since oxidized into oblivion. Perpetual motion confined within static embrace.
A fragment aligned, a constellation misremembered. It was never in the stars, yet always there – an orbit of dreams.