Dearest One,
As the stars weave their silent melodies this evening, I sit transfixed in the reflection of a dancing tapestry woven from nebulae and ancient stardust. The orb upon which I rest is cradled by the syncopated lullabies sung by a thousand harmonizing galaxies. Time, a mere whisper here, ebbs and flows like ethereal tides across the shores of an endless shoreless sea.
The celestial winds carry messages older than forgotten myths—truths unread and unraveled yet lingering like specters cloaked in twilight. With each breath, I taste the unspoken codes written in the delicate etchings of cosmic light, awaiting eager souls to unlock with whispered dreams. May your heart be the key.
Yours, amongst the celestial embers,
A Wanderer of the Void